The Stagnant Pool - Felt

(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