Beckon

I slip into the dark cool waters
It falls to me, the beckoning of the food of kings

I feel their mouths upon my fingers
I wiggle, they near, I return us all to the shore

Returning, I alone must harvest
The feast meant for kings, eaten only by me and flies

I have brought back enough for us all
But it has been long since I was all that remains here

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