Harpocrates
He tumbled into the underworld.
Though she swam quickly behind there was only silt to be found in the depths.
Nothing more here than a silver fish with an emerald eye. She had seen him before.
Back then the fish had almost stolen her life but this time he comes bearing a gift.
She rips open his belly; a spear, golden bright!
One finger pressed to her lip, a dagger against the heart.

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