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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 rusty gate confined
A of the dimly sinister, which I cannot define

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

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

The is oddly quiet, the church yard overgrown
A few people in the distance, I approach a
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
some unknown, vast gulf of night
What monstrous evil dwelt within and its mark,
from the light?

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

The dark took root within the church's gothic walls,
town folk would go missing,
A mystery still
It took a valiant to exorcise the beast
Drive out the heretics, but 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 trespass is by those who make the cross
They back away, as if they know the cost

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

Chapter II:

the dark,
I let myself to the concrete floor
Within the vast of dense shadows,
my courage I
A black archway to the
leads to the floor
I climb the stone steps
The I deplore

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

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

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

Cobwebs dress the
The altar the dust of time
The cross of an faith,
adorned in filth and
Into a room 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 presence I describe

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

and symbols
on the printed
Occult, and forgotten
from the age
I see the of Dzyan,
the
Books of magic,
echelon

Within a desk,
I find a small book
A record book of
in cryptograph
I the symbols
days of study past
The book I take with me
The I must unmask

Am I the one to
the town's fear
that the church deserted
for over sixty
Am I the one
to tread hallowed halls
the start of rumor
and dark fall?

Chapter The Ascent

Through the dust and webs
I trudge on, I not be deterred,
to the entrance
A reveals stairs
It begins just one step
and to my ascent

motion, pull me up
Anticipation, me on

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

Spiral motion, me up
Anticipation, me on

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

Chapter IV: The Trapezohedron

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

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

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

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

Chapter V:

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

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

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

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

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

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

Some claim the crystal them heaven
and The Haunter of the Dark tells in some way
They call the forth from void 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
from the past, the conspiracy is vast
Within the crystal stone, into the great

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

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

I slam the lid down on the crystal stone
I hear 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
from this nightmare, nevermore to Federal Hill