Rock, Stone

You were;
Sedate and liquefied,
resting in the crater.
Afloat and sunk in the fiery cauldron,
clinging to edges, surrounded by
Something more solid.
More material.

Violently expelled,
racing and meandering,
engulfing life,
etching a dark river.

As time passes
your temperature drops.
It dissipates.
And you are formed;
beautiful rock,
devoid of light.
Sharp searing edges
And smooth jet-black faces.