Flash with form and fierce intent
Alone till the end.
We used to have a Siamese fighting fish a long time ago, he was typically territorial and aggressive to a fault. His beautiful fins shredded when he was done with whatever rumble he engaged in that day. I guess I was thinking of him because he always seemed so sad with just himself and his reflection in the aquarium after a while, Narcissus in fish form. Sometimes you could just sit there watching him flowing around so gracefully in the water, wondering if he was looking past the glass matching your gaze, or caught within a haze of his own reflection.