He, the Sooty God, who’s thundering forges melt metal and earth
Skillful, quickfingered god who has granted me favor
I thank you with these offerings of frankincense
I offer you sweet wine
I offer you the meat and fat of the thigh
I pray my words have reached your ears, small words on small wings
Heard under the blows of your mighty hammer
Each time I light my kiln, rough fingered God, I thank you
Prayer to Hephaestus
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The Carving Witch 