The Stagnant Pool

The stagnant pool,

Like a drowned coffin,

Still as a deceased heart,

Haunting the ghost of the noble crusader,

Who recalls pellucid ice clutching the aching twigs,

Never melting,

Never a drop to disturb stagnation.

Oh they say I'll never win

You'll always get beat

And like a drop of blood from the Devil's tap

I'm dragging the crusader behind

Slips purposely down the black hole back to hell

Steps purposely down the black hole back to hell