Not sent to the Stars

I awoke in a dark space.

Bright at night, what a sight.

People all around, I’m quite aroused.

I wonder how I got here?

Strolling by a Kohl’s and knew,

I’m not on Olympus anymore.

I am Asclepius

And I am confused...

Looking to the signs, 

I see a familiar remedy to me.

A green medicine

Which is quite thee vaccine.

From my cloak, I grab a toke.

As I walk, two men in blue continue to stalk.

Matching in blue, one asks “Who are you?”

A jolt of bolts rushes through me.

I awoke in a dark place, to screams of

“Who 

Are

You!”

As shocked as I was, I exclaimed

“The medicine man.”

To answer their silence, I gathered myself, and again I exclaimed

“THE MEDICINE MAN!”

The blue men were not impressed

They brought me to a cell, but I knew I did no wrong.

Other men, some young, some old were there too.

All just smiled and claimed “They knew.”

Alarmed when I heard this I was baffled

My biggest fear was being scaffold!

The men of the cell and of the blue, blew that idea away with laughter and banter.

Suddenly, all men around quickly became in Ah.

Not of me, but of a God that appeared suddenly, out of the blue.

It was Zeus, in all of his awesome glory, he had come to rewrite my story.

He grabbed me by the shoulder, and all we left was a smolder.

We arrived to Olympus and explained that

“Your powers in medicine can lead to dour punishments if used at the wrong time.”

My answer-

“Those that fear the unknown tend to misview it, those that embrace it lead the way.”