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Chapter I: Whispers

in its shadow, the old temple shows its age
Desolation and decay like a pall about the place
The gothic structure,
by padlocked rusty gate
A touch of the dimly sinister, which I define

whispers, tales of superstition
From some unknown, vast gulf of
What monstrous evil dwelt within and its mark,
shuttered the light?

Legends are evoked, fear of locked away
behind the door
Some things are left to rest in peace,
Alone in the blackness

The square is oddly quiet, the church yard
A few in the distance, I approach a constable
He speaks of priestly warnings, foul things of days gone
And a cult that summoned evil, in dark days that didn't

Dark whispers, of superstition
From unknown, vast gulf of night
What evil dwelt within and left its mark,
shuttered the light?

Legends are evoked, fear of locked away
behind the door
Some things are left to rest in peace,
Alone in the blackness

The dark took root within the church's gothic walls,
Sometimes folk would go missing,
A mystery unsolved
It took a valiant priest to the beast
out the heretics, but some still believe
the evil in wait

Now I'm edging nearer to the church's iron
Missing provide me entrance to the temple and my fate
My trespass is revealed by those who the cross
They slowly back away, as if they the cost

the rot and tangles I search for entryway
Doors locked, I the path around the stone blockade
A cellar window, passage to within the church's
I struggle my fear, but still I hear the call

Chapter II:

the dark,
I let myself down to the floor
Within the cellar of dense shadows,
my I enforce
A black to the right
to the upper floor
I climb the worn stone
The I deplore

as any imagining,
as if my tales came to life
Strange feelings, upon me,
a malignant presence I can't

I fumble light,
A blind man with his hands
Stopped by a door
in dark as black as
Pushed to a corridor,
dimly lit my do glance
The massive revealed,
through stained rays of light

as any imagining,
as if my weird came to life
feelings, eyes upon me,
a malignant presence I can't

dress the pews
The holds the dust of time
The cross of an faith,
adorned in and grime
Into a vestry room are
of mildewed, rotting
Black, volumes
of legend or

as any imagining,
as if my weird tales came to
Strange feelings, eyes me,
a malignant I can't describe

This place was once the
of evil older mankind
The they prove it
The local had not lied

and symbols
on the page
Occult, and forgotten
from the age
I see the of Dzyan,
the
of blackest magic,
darkest

Within a desk,
I find a small black
A record of entries
in cryptograph
I the symbols
days of study past
The small I take with me
The code I must

Am I the one to
the town's fear
that left the deserted
for over sixty
Am I the one
to tread these hallowed
since the of rumor
and dark fall?

Chapter III: The

Through the and silken webs
I trudge on, I not be deterred,
to the front
A reveals stairs
It begins with one step
and to my ascent

motion, pull me up
Anticipation, me on

Upward proceeding,
in winding, steps
The windows show a
in
tower lies above
I await with bated
It all seems so

Spiral motion, me up
Anticipation, me on

a few more steps,
to end epic quest,
Just a few steps
a few more steps

Chapter IV: The Trapezohedron

At I reach the summit,
The tower has no
I see a stone pillar lined
A box atop,
from time and space
Within a shining crystal, black as

as if by magic,
Shining crystal holds my
I see worlds of great stone
Alien

the pillar a rough circle,
Seven chairs
and cryptic carvings
Hieroglyphs of unknown
The rock
the to transcend

mountains, worlds of wonder,
clouded by a
Stirring in blackness,
struggling hard to look

V: Spectres

My are pulled away,
a skeleton in suit of grey
A as a tomb
How did he meet doom?
He wears a reporter's
of black,
clutched in bone white
The past his pages
Mystery of the church's darkest
Enoch Bowen buys the church
Back from Egypt, so starts the

1848, ten disappeared,
Stories of blood
are on the air

from the past reduced to dust and ash
Within the walls, unholy rites recalled
Message from the past, the conspiracy is
Within the crystal stone, into the unknown

The priest of devil worship
and a box from Egypt's
It something from the darkness
and is banished by the

Some claim the crystal shows them
and The Haunter of the tells secrets in some way
They the Haunter forth from void of blackness
Only light can it back from whence it came

1857, call it up by crystal gaze,
The cult of Starry
day by day

Some claim the shows them heaven
and The Haunter of the Dark tells secrets in way
They call the Haunter forth from of blackness
Only light can send it back whence it came

Spectres from the past to dust and ash
Within the walls, unholy rites recalled
Message from the past, the is vast
Within the stone, into the great unknown

Too many years of disappearance
of the public finally sways
The is right for justice, retribution
All that's left are from those dark days

The crystal me in again,
entranced by far off
Panic breaks the
connection,
somehow our beings are
I it there behind me,
The Haunter of the

I the lid down on the shining crystal stone
I hear from above, I know I'm not alone
A monster in the steeple, I for my life
I run from the church and the night
to the sane central streets of my home
Away this nightmare, nevermore to Federal Hill