Fish (with line and hook)

What happens in my head when I can’t catch a fish:

Before time itself, the river god
Created a monstrosity,
Embedded within the
Frozen lakes.

Forsaken by the creator,
He is now in hibernation.
Forgotten by the world,
He is now all alone.
Sensing organs shutdown
Fate is sealing in now.

“Flee with the sun.
And I writhe.”

Chill
Wind
Howls

All hearts dread

Bodies collapse to the bank still blue,
Blood flows like a flood, claret planks laid over where nature once stood.

The river god had seen too few winters
To form his own regret.
Fearful of what he created
He damned the ungodly being to the void.
Hell upon hell, wind beyond reach
All howling voids and torment beneath.
“Swallow me! Please! And let me sleep!
Though I know the water’s swarming with teeth.”