Obsidian

A barren land lies on its own,
Dry, scorched and deprived of tone. 
In its center, stands mountain of stone
Beaten and weathered, she sits alone. 

“When will my day come, when I’ll be of use?”
The mountain asked, searching for truth. 
She waited impatiently as the years flew
But one day her anger lit a fuse. 

“I’ve been waiting for ages, I sit and I lay
Counting the seconds, hours and days.
My wish is ignored, yet I still hope and pray
In the end I’m a rock, just useless and plain.”

The mountain ranted, testing her luck
Feeding her frustration and building it up. 
“It must be today! I’ll run out of time,
But what can I do? I’m a rock, not the sky!”

Suddenly, the mountain stopped and choked 
The ground moved, cracked, trembled and shook 
All creatures ran, not even turning to look
As the mountain sputtered and spewed out soot. 

A low rumbling started, and the ground’s shaking grew
And the mountain could no longer contain her mood. 

Suddenly, a deafening roar erupted
Like a symphony playing without being conducted.
A cloud of ash followed, growling with rage
Suffocating and drowning, it hogged the stage. 

But as the dust fell, it revealed something queer,
The furious mountain had spilled a tear. 
It flowed down her face, leaving a trail of despair
And more could be seen as the clouds disappeared. 

Like a river of fire, her bitterness flowed
The mountain poured out her heart and her soul. 
Her tears painted the land as it pulsed and glowed,
The red, orange and yellow shimmered and shone.

The mountain finally heaved a sigh,
And slowly opened her tired eyes. 
Her own land she no longer recognized
She gazed at her creation, mesmerized. 

But it had been centuries, and this was the last feat
The mountain’s energy was deprived and deplete. 
She took a last look, smiling in glee
“It is my time, my job is complete.”

The mountain crumbled, and fell into a pile
The rocks tumbled and rolled, scattering for miles. 
But her tears remained, and as millennia passed by
They hardened and gradually solidified. 

Now, sparkling and shimmering under the light,
The crystal black tears stand and testify
For all things have an end to their life
But their effect on the world lasts long and abides.