A christening of sorts

My tattoo is now seven months old and had yet to be named.

Thus let the phoenix be named Prospero.

For some reason I'm drawn to characters such as this...note he and Faustus both promise to renounce, change, begin again at the end, start a new life as it were...one does, the other doesn't. Ying and yang...lightness and dark...

Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
And what strength I have's mine own,
Which is most faint: now, 'tis true,
I must be here confined by you,