And what of the old gods,
strong and powerful beings
they once were.
Do they still exist,
or did they fade away into obscurity?
Does belief keep them here?
My belief?
Maybe I should look closer.
In that dark bar,
a wine god a patron,
a protector of those who drink,
past their fill of bubbles,
stumbling and stupid,
led by soft hands still trying,
to form connections with lost worship.
And maybe death is not all that fearful,
if there is still a gentle voice,
to lead the way,
and be met as a friend.