Hephaestus, God of Fire

Machinery screamed,

but not so loud as the voices in his head.

See, a man had once dreamed

to be happily wed.

Arranged was the marriage

between him and a goddess.

It was a shame his wife showed disparage.

For nothing hurts more than the betrayal

of your only love.

To catch his wife in bed with another

would surely make their love foil,

but to see her with his brother

sure made his blood boil.

And he had not planned to fall in love,

so easily. 

Cursed since the day he was born,

ugliness ruled his whole life.

For years, it has been this way.

For years, no one cared for him.

For years, he forged with fire

which burned from his heart.

 

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