Asclepius' Gift

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Short poem about a new life and the guide who made it possible

Traversed forth, in my faith and fate's final hour, following simply the faint light of precious gems feathering a chilled and cragged pathway. Transmutation, or perhaps transformation, left the soulless, sparkling stones in metamorphic states. No, not jewels, celestial bodies of indescribable radiance plucked from the heavens to shed light on this decrepit soul's treacherous journey. Who would bestow such grace on a withered recluse, such as myself. She who would dare the gods themselves, to steal away their treasured constellations, in the dark of night, only to gift them as marked lampposts so my feet would not stumble. Ophichus weeps tender tears, not for his stars, nay, in joy of whom his stars have become.


Submitted: October 26, 2020

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