The Gods Return Beneath the flesh, deep in the bone we buried the gods, of ourselves made tombs, wandered in darkness, each alone through countless rooms until the echo of our feet became as thunder in our sky and then we shouted, "It is I - the new god that I hope to meet!" We stood there in that empty place, stopped, and the echoes rang no more and only silence touched the face and dust fell to the floor Beneath the flesh, deep in the bone the ancient ones began to turn. We felt the body groan, we felt the body we made stone begin to burn. At first it was the heat of hell that caused the sepulchre to swell and burst. Then darkness fell away like ash and light spread out its golden wings, took flight, and rose up like the sun to bless all things.