Blaze

The Smith in his chamber sits Shunned and abandoned with His works defined by the Swing of a hammer that No one shall see until Those blades are driven through The hearts of hundreds of men His Aphrodite was Not the right fit for him Love-barren union left Rotting and borne in sin Her beauty rivaled the Shields and the swords that sprang From his bruised and calloused hands Let the hammer land Armories filled to the Brim with his fingerprint After his mangled self Thrown down from Olympus Gratitude from king Zeus When his lightning's let loose Hephaestus forged in the blaze