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Chapter I: Dark

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now I'm nearer to the church's iron gate
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 know the

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

II: Entry

the dark,
I let myself down to the concrete
the vast cellar of dense shadows,
my I enforce
A archway to the right
leads to the upper
I climb the worn steps
The darkness I

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

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

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

dress the pews
The altar holds the dust of
The of an unknown faith,
adorned in filth and
Into a vestry are shelves
of mildewed, rotting
Black, forbidden
of or unknown

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

This was once the seat
of evil than mankind
The they prove it
The local had not lied

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

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

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

Chapter The Ascent

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

motion, pull me up
Anticipation, me on

Upward proceeding,
in winding, twisting
The windows show a
in
Church lies above
I await bated breath
It all so unreal

Spiral motion, me up
Anticipation, me on

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

Chapter IV: The Shining

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

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

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

mountains, worlds of wonder,
clouded by a
in vague blackness,
struggling hard to away

V: Spectres

My are pulled away,
a in tattered suit of grey
A steeple as a
How did he this doom?
He a reporter's badge
of black,
clutched in white hand
The past his pages
Mystery of the church's darkest
Enoch Bowen buys the church
Back from Egypt, so the curse

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I slam the lid on the shining crystal stone
I hear movement 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 sane central of my home
from this nightmare, nevermore to Federal Hill