Pele
Plumes of ash wisp -- whisper over crimson skiesA foreboding invocation from the maws of HualālaiHer lamenting sigh -- psyche resounds in every soulFor every gem taken from shore to shoals
Primordial strands of ebony and ire flow and glowWithin the firefalls of Pāka'alanaHer obsidian gown of most bijou flicker and glitterAcross the ashenvale of Lāhaināluna
Layer by layer the flow reaches water's edge:The solar shores of WaikoloaThe lava lake recedes, the cauldron emptied:The sunken caldera of Mauna Loa
And beneath the clouds of KanaloaAll is violent, all aroundThe signs of Lono foretell of good-willAll is quiet, all is sound