- Tears of Waialeale -

By Dragon’s breath this land was made
by molten burning might
From darkness deep t’was thrust up nigh
to air and sun and light

The Dragon’s Realm an adamantine
fortress forged of stone
The Fire-King unchallenged in
his hard and brutal home

Yet searing red abates to black
and Ages long have seen
his land of gray and lifeless ash
yield to living green

And so, the Mountain God must fall
beneath the weight of years
of soft and gently falling rain:
Waialeale’s tears...