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Chapter I: Dark

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

whispers, tales of superstition
From unknown, vast gulf of night
What monstrous dwelt within and left its mark,
shuttered from the

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

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 past
And a cult that summoned evil, in dark that didn't last

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

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

The dark sect took root within the gothic walls,
Sometimes town would go missing,
A mystery still
It a valiant priest to exorcise the beast
Drive out the heretics, but some still
the evil lies in

Now I'm edging nearer to the church's gate
Missing 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 I search for entryway
Doors locked, I walk the path around the blockade
A cellar window, passage to within the church's
I struggle with my fear, but I hear the call

II: Entry

the dark,
I let myself down to the concrete
Within the cellar of dense shadows,
my I enforce
A black archway to the
leads to the upper
I the worn stone steps
The I deplore

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

I without light,
A blind man with his hands
by a closed door
in dark as as night
Pushed to a corridor,
dimly lit my eyes do
The massive revealed,
through stained glass of light

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

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

as any imagining,
as if my weird tales to life
feelings, eyes 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
from the age
I see the of Dzyan,
the
Books of magic,
darkest

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

Am I the one to
the town's fear
that the church deserted
for over years?
Am I the one
to these hallowed halls
the start of rumor
and dark cultists'

Chapter The Ascent

Through the and silken webs
I trudge on, I not be deterred,
to the front
A door reveals
It begins with just one
and leads to my

motion, pull me up
Anticipation, me on

Upward proceeding,
in winding, twisting
The windows a city
in
Church lies above
I await bated 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 steps

IV: The Shining Trapezohedron

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

as if by magic,
Shining crystal my gaze
I see worlds of stone towers
Alien

Around the a rough circle,
gothic chairs
and cryptic alien
of unknown origin
The peculiar
the to transcend

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

Chapter V:

My eyes are away,
a skeleton in tattered of grey
A steeple as a
How did he meet this
He a reporter's badge
of black,
clutched in bone hand
The past his pages
of the church's darkest fate
Professor Enoch buys the church
Back from Egypt, so 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 crystal stone, into the great

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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