What's in a Name?

Promises are made
to be kept, especially
when first borns are
waged. Consultation
with fox and hare
becomes salvation
and the only thing left
is a name, and identity
leaping in shadows
from flame and magic.

We are all trapped,
gnawing off our
legs to save ourselves.
Divided in two,
a split between
shadow and self--
both live on,
now independent.
Rumpel will be just fine.
It’s Stilstkin that I’m afraid of.
We all should be.