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
Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury