Born Anew

The skin falls from my fingers,
I am born anew.

Where are my gods?
Lay you within me?
Your presence hides itself
Beneath the layers of perception.

Lord Morpheus,
Oh King of Dreams
Is this but your creation?
A subtle tricking of the mind
Such crude hallucination.

Dear Pele,
Goddess of the fire
Have my words angered thee?
That you would take yourself away
In fury, cripple me.

Fair Artemis,
Thou Queen of Hunt
Is bigger game your prey?
A poet who can craft your bow
With words no man can say.

And thus it seems my life is led,
Abandoned in my hour of need.
Yet death is not the answer borne of this hour, but change.
Change that mimics Hade's path.

The skin falls from my fingers,
I am born anew.