King is afraid of the pools, and the grass above his head has turned black. Nothing good will come of this, nothing good will come of dying like this. Afraid of the black oblong shapes in the shadows, afraid of the moon. I can't seem to see or touch or touch anything; oh my darling I can't see or touch your face or your body or your head or your heart or your soul.
And the black oblong shapes in the shadows are afraid of you, oh my darling, and they push and kiss and bite and swim and joshing and screeching and jiggling and jostling in their way and tumbling down the well; afraid o the pools and the grass and the stone and the black oblong shapes in the shadows.
And it's so quiet in the room, the walls open so wide, oh my darling I can't see or touch or touch or touch anything. Oh my darling I can't see or touch or touch or touch anything. It's so quiet in this room, the walls open so wide, oh my darlings I can't see or touch or touch or touch anything.