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Heaphestus' lover starts to love someone else, so he writes a poem about it. |
| A poem, By: Heaphestus Secretly, Day-by-day I stare at her wistfully, If you may. My hands are rough, And my body's broken. But my heart's not tough And my brain's a token. I see her, And my heart flutters. But the belt has captured another, And I wish to bring out my cutter. Though the one is a god, Ares, my own dear brother. Loves my love, a slimy cod, An loves him back, though she's my lover. I stare at her every day, Yet she stares at him When I look a certain way, She sings the Ares hymn. My dear Urania, Why are you so sweet? Pendemos brings a love maina When Ares brings a beat. I hate to do this, But you have forced my trap. I'm something that is to a huge magic cap. Like a net, But far more powerful. It's been set to see if our love is plentiful. If you love me, then it will be clear. I will see easliy For unsprung traps aren't me fear. |