Hephaestus

God of fire
Stood silhouetted in the sun
Muscles and tendons lost in the music
His body undulating in the rippling heat
His dance is dynamic

His passion is together
His juice of existence is hinged on a rivet

Red hot metal pulled from the molten

Hephaestus hammers it out on the anvil
He made it lighter and stronger
It was this hammer that molded Achilles armour
It was his craft that was responsible for
Hector's death
It was his disconnect which validated

The war toys seemed trivial
At the time
But I was in blood choking pain
I cried for Hector's wife and child
I watched as Achilles' chariot
Dragged Hector's body to the beach
And I hated Hephaestus