Let any fish who meets my gaze
Learn the true meaning of fear
For I am the harbinger of death.

The bane of creatures sub-aqueous
My rod is true and unwavering
As I cast into the aquatic abyss
A Reaper, scorned by this uncaring earth finds solace in the sea.
My only friend, the worm upon my hook
Wriggling, Writhing, Struggling to surmount the mortal pointlessness
That permeates this unbarren world.

I am alone
I am empty
And yet
I fish.


Drowning
Drowning