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

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