The Forger of Happiness

Hephaestus oh Hephaestus you were a man of brawn and brain. 

Born with calloused hands and flames of inspiration. 

A man once famous for weapons 

But today he is famous for joy. 

The man who ruled over flames, steel, and stone 

Now rules over carbon, foam, and plastics. 

His creations used to sever and rend the hands that coddled babes 

Yet now they allow a man to walk again. 

Hephaestus oh Hephaestus how you used to end wars before the first man was slain 

Now you fix the broken and discarded masses. 

Your creations that were praised from the east to the west 

Now only receive quite thanks every day. 

You were a rockstar to the world. 

Your anvil a guitar, your hammer the pick, and the walls of the forge the amp that allowed the world to hear your song and fear the next battle that would be waged with your beautiful melody in hand 

But now that is all gone, traded for a sterile lab, a machine that is constantly abuzz, and a desk full of thanks, love, and adoration.

Hephaestus oh Hephaestus although you may have made weapons that could slay the gods themselves you breathe life in those that had been broken by lesser weapons.