(Song lyrics. I think they might be done, but work as a poem too. This was a wake up at 4 with an idea thing that has been in the back of my head for about 9 months. This is the first of 3 blacksmith songs. This one about Hephaestus)

Shattered into pieces 
Collected melted down
The hammer shapes the metal
In water it will drown.

Shattered into piece
Collected, fed to the flames
Old memory releases
Burn away all claims 

Fire of the Heavens
Work the bellows
Build the flames

Recast, Reuse, Reform
Remove all old blame.

Don’t disturb him while he’s working
Sitting in his chair
His legs incapacitate him
Thrown from his mother’s lair.

It is said he is no beauty
But the things he makes are fair.
His genius is his duty
All the cracks he will repair

Don’t underestimate this cripple
Oh, he keeps his wife in chains
Senses ever ripple
And knew when Ares came.

But mighty Aphrodite
She will not be shamed.
Love is it own fire, renews
And it cannot be tamed.