The Mermaid Cup

Do you hear it? Whispered a pensive voice. Do you hear it? 
The gentle sounds of water lapping the muddied edge of a pool, like time pouring itself over a lichen covered cairn. 
Water that once thrived with life, vibrant life, vibrant salty life, and the echoes of unknown fortunes. Deep within the pool lies its secrets. Death or eternal life. 
A passage to the Atlantic and a creature of untold beauty. Death or eternal life. 
The old voices talk of a mermaid who appears at night bewitching any heroes brave enough to confront her.  Now her pool is muddied with time and god forsaken dreams, wretched forever. 
The grounds around the pool are haunted they say. 
The grounds around the pool are no places to linger on a cold October night. 
The grounds around the pool are no place for man. 
The grounds around the pool are perfect for Extreme Boule.