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