The Fish of Stones
He is a fish of Stygian scales,
His throne is a skull of his own devising,
He rules a kingdom of stones,
In caverns that have no exit.
He came like a fish from the mountain,
Died under sunlight and moongaze,
Lay broken beneath the Day,
Vanished, or never had been.
But his ghost was reborn in the mountain,
And every pebble worn from its flanks
Contains the Fish made of stone,
And skips across the water.