Mongibello's Roar

It perhaps, was the longest hour

Sicily had ever seen

Etna glowed with menacing clour

With an anger unforeseen

Billows of smoke shrouded the land

Lava gurgling prevailed

The searing heat roasted the beings

Savage transformation began

Fiery bod was now their life
And humans were their feed
Bathed in magma, they stepped ahead
With Vulcan* in the lead

Fire burnt the strings of love
Parted the families away
Vulcan’s army marched about
Capturing innocents on their way

Across the sea, stood a girl in lone
Nescient of her daddy’s fate
Enthusiastically cooking for her pa’s reaction
Playing her own fire games

The sea that had always guarded Sicily
Today had charge of saving the world
Poseidon’s men were ready at the bank
To rescue the smiles from turning into stone

Steam plumes now emerged

At the union of acqua and fuoco

Good won over the vile

Like all the bedtime stories that made the girl smile.

* - God of fire (Roman)  

Mongibello- Mt.Etna (Italian)