This volcano is

My kingdom. These molten wastes,

My lands. You, young one,

Are my subject. Would

You mock your king? Are you made

Of such stern stuff? I

Know the flame holds no

Fear for you. Your element

It is. Yet can you

Know which beasts will prey

Upon you, hid for eons

Untold in bubbling

Steam? Would you venture

Into the waters outside

This black rock, contend

With the wicked beasts

There do prowl? Come, my child.

Sit by my side. Let

Us speak of many

Things. For you have not been borne

Here by accident,

And I suspect our

Purpose is shared. Together,

End our solitude.