24 August 2012
The sweltering forge stood in a quiet hidden valley with lush jade grass The metal workshop glittered in the glowing sun that hung high the blue sky Ink black cobwebs stuck to the delicate window panes
A muscular man with curly red hair hammered a shield into shape Soot created dark black lines of his sweaty flesh Emerald eyes twinkled brightly in his friendly face His hands rough from a eternity of tough labor A brown leather apron was roped around his thick waist
The furnace crackled and spat scalding embers on the dirty floor Coal glowed blood-red in the dim light Flickering ruby flames licked the cool metal turning it molten Shining silver tongs pick up the glowing metal Loud bangs float through the humid air The gods talented hands work the hammer and anvil to form a majestic gleaming sword It's sharp blade catching the light casting patterns on the metallic walls
Striking weapons and shields covered the walls Skilled designs crisscross they smooth surfaces
A quail with a beautiful plumage sung a stunning tune to the world As the warm sun set over the valleys ridge
Hephaestus • Opuss № I