Hephaestus Was Angry

It was a pleasure to burn

The fire danced about the forest

Hephaestus was angry


The fire licked the trees

It burned the leaves

And ash like a blanket in the air


It was a pleasure to kill

Let his liquid anger out

His large hands were charred


Hephaestus was livid

His powerful hand was hitting the earth

His lips cursed the god’s above


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Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury

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