Walking on fire: Inspiration Weekly

High above the tree line, the dragon lay –
cairns of old fire-bombed rock marked our way.
The ground, devoid of life, was tough to walk.
We clambered over boulders, with little talk.

The crater lake lay hidden out of sight –
its dormant rim ridged with glacial ice.

Smoking fumaroles emitted steam and dust –
red lava rocks reminded us not to trust.
The dragon’s fire-breathing belly lay deep below –
its temperamental nature could always blow.