Vitriol

A hole in the scenery Sinking down into the abyss Spewing clouds of black smoke Seething from the first flame Emanating from the deep A voice beckoning Without words A call to the womb of all creation Before realizing I'd begun my approach Towards the siren Drawing me into a realm of temptation As I reached the precipice Met with a foul acrid stench I felt heat escaping the crater As I braved down the inverted mountain The air around fell heavy As if weighing me down My descent so effortless Almost automatic With every step increasing the difficulty of re-emerging I'm going to steal the secrets of the fire Or snuff it out Visita Interiora Terrae Rectificando Invenies Occultum Lapidem