Chapter 48- The third ingredient

The third ingredient: Earth from the volcano of life. 

In the middle of the Caspian Sea, 

Lies a volcano standing free, 

Sitting high above its bay,

Watching as the eagles play. 

Mighty volcano, give us earth, 

Boiling magma which you birth.

It sees the sky high up above,

And boils the earth, a mighty stove. 

But then one day, the lava dried, 

What happened? This fine volcano died. 

Former magma turned to stone, 

Only earth now fills this cone. 

Why then call it the volcano of life? 

When it stands there held by the hand of death’s knife? 

We call it that name because we hope it will wake,

To calm the cold sea and for old nature’s sake

But watch out as the small sea troll, 

Lurks around this big volcano.

It looks around for who it’ll bite,

Filled with nothing but greed, hatred and spite.