Requiem for a Fish

You looked on it all as your own
viewing every intruder with displeasure.
Envy, malice, and greed, your tools.
Violence, persistence, cunning, your weapons.
Your true enemies, you never knew,
never saw, never conceived of.
But your unfailing wore even us down
until finally we relented.

Now, Midas-like, you sit alone,
and all truly is your own.

And so, with the accuracy of a child,
you were named,
King.