I wish I could heal a life

A short poem about the greek god Asclepius.

If i could heal a life

help tgem all and bring them back

fix the problem that is death

You would be scared, scared

worried I hold too much, when all I do is help the scarred

I give them herbs, but no knowlege

But knowlege is all you need some true some not. Lies lies lies

Rise rise rise gos of all.

My snakes hiss at you, overpowered by tge sound of your thunder. Your fury. Your fear.

You tell me I spread my knowlege around. To people who want it too much, to people who use it too much.

To people who want to cheat death, in ways like a god.

But i'd do no such thing. Yet you call me a snake, like a liar, a word spreader. But I think snakes are no such things, they are helpers friends and healers.

So I deny, say he lies. His fury fills the room and he shoots me witg doom.

And so my wand falls and I die for I cannot cheat my own death.

Author's Note

There might be grammar mistakes (: