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Chapter I: Whispers

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

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

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

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

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

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

The dark sect root within the church's gothic walls,
Sometimes town would go missing,
A mystery still
It took a priest to exorcise the beast
out the heretics, but some still believe
the lies in wait

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

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

Chapter II:

the dark,
I let down to the concrete 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 darkness I

as any imagining,
as if my weird came to life
feelings, eyes upon me,
a malignant presence I describe

I without light,
A blind man with his hands
Stopped by a door
in dark as black as
open to a corridor,
dimly lit my do glance
The hall revealed,
stained glass rays of light

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

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

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

place was once the seat
of evil older mankind
The manuscripts they it
The local rumors had not

Characters and
on the page
Occult, and long
from the age
I see the of Dzyan,
the
Books of magic,
echelon

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

Am I the one to
the pervasive fear
left the church deserted
for over sixty
Am I the one
to tread these hallowed
since the of rumor
and dark cultists'

Chapter The Ascent

Through the and silken webs
I on, I will not be deterred,
to the entrance
A door stairs
It begins with just one
and leads to my

Spiral motion, me up
Anticipation, me on

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

Spiral motion, me up
Anticipation, me on

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

IV: The Shining Trapezohedron

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

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

Around the pillar a circle,
Seven chairs
and carvings alien
Hieroglyphs of unknown
The peculiar
the to transcend

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

Chapter V:

My are pulled away,
a skeleton in tattered suit of
A steeple as a
How did he meet doom?
He a reporter's badge
of black,
clutched in bone white
The his pages illustrate
Mystery of the church's darkest
Professor Enoch Bowen the church
Back Egypt, so starts the curse

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

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

The priest of devil worship
and a box from ruins
It calls from the darkness
and is banished by the

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

1857, they call it up by gaze,
The cult of Wisdom
day by day

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

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

Too years of mystery disappearance
Opinion of the finally sways
The time is right for justice,
All that's are ghosts from those dark days

The pulls me in again,
by far off worlds
Panic breaks the
connection,
somehow our beings are
I feel it behind me,
The Haunter of the

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