Blacksmith of Olympus,
Fire that lights The Forge.
Your home is the fiery mountain,
The one that chokes the air with smoke.
Husband of Aphrodite,
Keeping the goddess from love.
For the crime of being imperfect,
You were cast from Olympus.
Son of Zeus,
Born of Lightning.
Son of Hera,
Born of Marriages bonds.
Lord Hephaestus,
God of The Forge.
YOU ARE READING
Undead Poetry.
PoesieLate night poems written by an insomniac, and published here. This'll be my poem collection, and will stay exclusively on Wattpad. I hope you enjoy these poems as much as I enjoy writing them.
