The water is clear, I have no fear,
I am the king of this tranquil pond.
I do as I please, with nary a care,
Feasting daily on fish and frond.
I know not of the land beyond,
My Latin name, a mystery to me.
But within these waters, I'm familiar,
But my fame, a mere façade, you see.
And fame is fleeting, a fleeting breeze
I am more than a mere fish, I say.
I hold knowledge close, like cipher keys,
Guarding them each and every day.
The pond is cool, the fish are fools,
I need but open my lips, they come.
Like magnets drawn, they break spools,
No waiters, no waiting, and no sum.
I gaze deep into the depths of this pond,
A sense of sick unease begins to stir.
I know not what lies in the waters beyond,
But death is coming, it's not far.
