Men Of Metal

Once Hephaestus sat at the entrance to is forge
At look out upon the world
He smiled at the sight of his greatest work
The living art call woman
He remembered how he'd taken the most precious of metal
And put all his heart into shaping it
Then he frown at what she had for a companion
For men weren't shaped by his hand
Or in fact the hand of any god
They had been made by a mere Titian
Who had used no metal
But mud of sand and the waters of the sea
So the great craftsman returned to his forge
And gathered the bits of metal left from other works
He heated them in the fire of the earth's blood
And slowly shaped each piece
Until he had a dozen man shaped shells
He made their workings from gold
So they could better understand how women felt
And designed their eyes upon his own
So that they could truly appreciate her beauty
He knew Zeus would object to his interfering in mortal lives
So he told his children to draw no attention to themselves
And then he scattered them across the world
But in trying to bend in they found their differences to be a curse
And soon they gave up trying to be part of others lives
But some women recognize their creator's work
And through patience and caring
Drew them out of hiding
Which is why these children of Hephaestus can still be found
Metal amongst the mud
But only by those who take the time to see them
And have the patience to show them what they can truly be