Panacea's Magic - Parts Iii To V

III. Through the boughs, crept the goddess of healing, Circling around the branches with ease. She saw the warrior beyond the trees, Then stopped in her place—carefully kneeling. She watched him with a merciful feeling, And slowly rose to her feet from her knees. Hoping to cure him from pain and disease, At the loose tree bark, she began peeling. She walked with her golden hair a-flowing, As her white tunic radiantly gleamed And reflected into her eyes of green. She looked down at the warrior, knowing That his wounds were worse than what they first seemed— Then, she sought out ways of washing him clean. IV. She pulled on the arrow with gentle care To make sure that his pain was not increased. It appeared to be more than man or beast Could ever have endured—or even dare. There was a wide crack in his armor where From his heart the arrow was now released. The warrior had been nearly deceased When it was removed from him unaware. The poisoned arrow turned into a snake, And slowly began crawling up her arm. From forest plants, a poultice she did make To free the warrior from deadly harm. As he continued writhing from his ache, A splash of water completed her charm. V. She assembled the best cure that she knew, And its level of success was profound. Now that all its components had been found, The muddy poultice took on a dark hue. Softly into the wooden bowl she blew, And the serpent then fell upon the ground. As the snake in the grass slithered around, The two doves simultaneously flew. Walking over to where his body laid, She worked away to heal his wounds and scars. As there was no sort of debt to be paid, She left his side, along with her nectars. As he rose to his feet, he hoped and prayed That she would take her place amongst the stars. © 2021