Fall from grace

A dug hole, a well,
glimmering; mine
reflecting in its waters my time
honouring a cross section of my finest hours
a sumptuous selection of my superpowers.

Since the sky drew its ragged curtain
waters darken
become uncertain,
smiles divide and hide inside
wayward waves twisted
behind

Rose and thorn
a bloody mix
bobs and claws
slime walls to bits

Standing high but looking
down, I
distant as the sun
yet close by
am nudged over by the
branches of the budding tree
towards my new found identity.