From fiery forge, a god arose,
Hephaestus, with his hammer blows.
Limping, strong, a spirit bold,
A craftsman's heart, a story told.
From Olympus heights, he fell,
His rage a storm, a bitter spell.
But deep within the earth's embrace,
He found his power, his rightful place.
On Lemnos isle, his anvil rings,
Where flame and metal, life he brings.
With cyclops' might, he shapes and bends,
From molten gold, new wonders sends.
From chariot wheels to golden chains,
He fashions armor, conquers pains.
With skilled hand, he weaves his art,
A god of fire, a master's heart.
He forged the bolt that Zeus would wield,
And crafted armor, battle-sealed.
His love for Aphrodite, deep,
But scorned by her, he'd often weep.
Though mocked for form, he stood so proud,
His fire and skill, a shining shroud.
A god of craft, of strength, and skill,
Hephaestus, forever, a fiery will.