The island of Strata has a volcano
that erupts a cascade of swords,
barring and guarding the internal gems
and crystals the volcano hoards.
A sad and brave native from a neighboring isle
inherited a weapon,
and shoes that would protect his heels
from anything he’d step in.
Sad because he’d lost a friend
and some of his self-wealth,
he attacked the Strata with his fury,
running without stealth
to slice the mountain with one swipe,
exposing all its layers,
revealing the stacks of precious glitz,
stopping its sword-sprayers.
Approaching the base, the islander saw
mirrors at level zero
reflecting the solitary strength
in the face of a peace-making hero.