Hephaestus

Hephaestus lifts his gavel high,
Pronouncing verdict with iron’s cry,
Forging fates in steel and stone,
Probing deeper than mortal bone.
Heft and heart in sync shape,
Hewing future into current’s nape,
To craft a vision buried in his soul
That will spark more than fiery coal.
Hammer falls, and falls again,
Flattening, fixing, form to plane,
As if mystic substance solidifies
Upon his anvil with swift, deft ties.
Hephaestus measures out his plan
For both divine and mortal man,
A clever trap, a subtle feat,
His workmanship can’t be beat.
Warily watch and learn, o son,
The end is made ‘ere he’s begun–
So, the heavens will the earth,
And craft in us our eternal worth.