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The God of Fire

The air was electrifying,

Up here in Mount Olympus,

Hera had supposedly birthed a boy,

And it was a time for celebration!

Dionysus brought his fine wine,

Apollo strummed his lyre,

Thalia sang a song so contagiously upbeat,

That even Ares couldn’t help the tapping of his feet.

It was a joyous occasion indeed!

For whom the party was for,

Had yet to be seen.

Where was Zeus, Hera,

And their newest offspring?

Off in the distance,

One could hear a newborn’s crying.

Hera and Zeus agreed that the child was imperfect.

That in regards to their other children,

He was by far the ugliest,

Borderline grotesque.

His parents,

Hera and Zeus,

Casted him out.

Had thrown him down,

The very steps of Olympus.

But immortals cannot perish.

Where he lay,

Sprawled upon the steps,

He could see the flaming sun.

He stretched the tips of his fingertips,

And soon a chunk of it became his own.

He placed it upon the marble staircase,

Hands unscorched,

He molded it into a blanket,

One to keep him safe and warm.

The newest son of Olympus,

Was by no means a piece of art,

But he himself was an exceptional sculptor.

Of decor,

Of masonry,

Of temples,

Of whatever one’s heart could desire.

This child would soon be renowned as Hephaestus,

The one and only,

God of Fire.