Master of Potions

Here in the bottle
Death sleeps on bottom,
There in the pot
Fear boils hot.

In golden cup
Love is corked up.
Liquid of pain
Flows to the vein.

Ointment smells sweet,
Petrifies feet.
Retorts on fire,
Fog soars on higher.

Mixtures in jars
Can heal the scars.
Poisons and drugs
Hiss under plugs.

Killing any emotions,
Keeping secret the notions,
He's aware of your motions -
Here's the Master of Potions.