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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 vacant structure,
by padlocked rusty confined
A of the dimly sinister, which I cannot define

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

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

The square is oddly quiet, the yard overgrown
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 last

Dark whispers, tales of
From unknown, vast gulf of night
monstrous 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 forevermore

The sect took root within the church's gothic walls,
Sometimes town 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 nearer to the church's iron gate
bars provide me entrance to the temple and my fate
My trespass is revealed by who make the cross
They back away, as if they know the cost

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

Chapter II:

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

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

I fumble light,
A man feeling with his hands
by a closed door
in dark as black as
open to a corridor,
dimly lit my eyes do
The massive revealed,
through stained rays of light

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

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

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

This place was once the
of evil than mankind
The manuscripts prove it
The rumors had not lied

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

a ruined desk,
I a small black book
A record of entries
in ancient
I recognize the
from of study past
The small book I with me
The code I must

Am I the one to
the pervasive fear
that the church deserted
for sixty years?
Am I the one
to tread these hallowed
the start of rumor
and dark cultists'

Chapter The Ascent

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

motion, pull me up
Anticipation, me on

still proceeding,
in winding, twisting
The show a city
in
tower lies above
I with bated breath
It all so unreal

motion, pull 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 has no chime
I see a stone pillar center
A box atop,
outside time and space
Within a shining crystal, as hate

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

Around the a rough circle,
Seven chairs
and cryptic carvings
Hieroglyphs of origin
The peculiar
the power to

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

V: Spectres

My eyes are away,
a in tattered 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 darkest fate
Professor Bowen buys the church
Back Egypt, so starts the curse

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

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

The warns of devil worship
and a box from ruins
It calls from the darkness
and is by the light

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

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

Too many years of mystery
Opinion of the public sways
The time is right for justice,
All that's left are ghosts from those days

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

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