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Chapter I: Dark

Standing in its shadow, the old temple its age
Desolation and decay hang like a about the place
The vacant structure,
by padlocked gate confined
A touch of the sinister, which I cannot define

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

Legends are evoked, fear of something away
behind the darkest
Some things are left to rest in peace,
in the blackness forevermore

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

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

Legends are evoked, fear of something away
the darkest door
Some things are better left to in peace,
Alone in the forevermore

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

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

Amidst the rot and tangles I search for
Doors locked, I walk the path around the blockade
A cellar window, passage to the church's walls
I struggle with my fear, but still I the call

II: Entry

the dark,
I let myself down to the concrete
Within the vast cellar of shadows,
my courage I
A black to the right
leads to the floor
I climb the worn stone
The darkness I

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

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

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

Cobwebs the pews
The holds the dust of time
The of an unknown faith,
adorned in filth and
Into a vestry are shelves
of mildewed, books
Black, volumes
of legend or

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

This place was the seat
of older than mankind
The manuscripts they it
The rumors had not lied

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

a ruined desk,
I find a black book
A record book of
in cryptograph
I the symbols
from days of past
The small book I take me
The code I must

Am I the one to
the pervasive fear
that left the church
for sixty years?
Am I the one
to these hallowed halls
since the of rumor
and cultists' fall?

Chapter III: The

Through the dust and webs
I trudge on, I not be deterred,
to the front
A door stairs
It begins with one step
and leads to my

Spiral motion, me up
Anticipation, me on

Upward proceeding,
in winding, steps
The windows show a
in
Church tower lies
I await with breath
It all so unreal

Spiral motion, me up
Anticipation, me on

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

Chapter IV: The Trapezohedron

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

as if by magic,
Shining holds my gaze
I see worlds of great towers
terrain

Around the a rough circle,
Seven chairs
and carvings alien
of unknown origin
The rock
the to transcend

Titan mountains, of wonder,
by a haze
Stirring in blackness,
struggling to look away

V: Spectres

My eyes are away,
a skeleton in tattered suit of
A as a tomb
How did he meet this
He wears a reporter's
of black,
clutched in bone white
The past his illustrate
of the church's darkest fate
Professor Bowen buys the church
Back Egypt, so starts the curse

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

from the past reduced to dust and ash
Within the church's walls, unholy recalled
Message from the past, the is vast
Within the stone, into the great unknown

The priest warns of worship
and a box Egypt's ruins
It calls something from the
and is by the light

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

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

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

Spectres the past reduced to dust and ash
Within the church's walls, unholy recalled
Message from the past, the is vast
Within the crystal stone, into the great

Too many years of mystery
of the public finally sways
The is right for justice, retribution
All left are ghosts from those dark days

The crystal me in again,
by far off worlds
Panic breaks the
connection,
somehow our are entwined
I feel it behind me,
The of the Dark

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