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Chapter I: Whispers

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

Dark whispers, tales of
From some unknown, gulf of night
monstrous evil dwelt within and left its mark,
shuttered from the

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

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

Dark whispers, of superstition
From some unknown, vast of night
monstrous evil dwelt within and left its mark,
shuttered from the

Legends are evoked, fear of something locked
behind the darkest
Some 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 unsolved
It took a priest to exorcise the beast
Drive out the heretics, but still believe
the evil lies in

Now I'm edging nearer to the iron gate
Missing provide me entrance to the temple and my fate
My trespass is by those who make the cross
slowly back away, as if they know the cost

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

Chapter II:

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

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

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

as any imagining,
as if my tales came to life
Strange feelings, eyes me,
a malignant 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 room are
of mildewed, rotting
Black, forbidden
of legend or

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

place was once the seat
of older than mankind
The manuscripts they it
The local had not lied

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

Within a desk,
I find a small black
A record of entries
in ancient
I the symbols
from days of study
The book I take with me
The code I must

Am I the one to
the pervasive fear
left the church deserted
for sixty years?
Am I the one
to tread these halls
the start of rumor
and cultists' fall?

Chapter The Ascent

Through the dust and silken
I on, I will not be deterred,
to the entrance
A door reveals
It begins just one step
and to my ascent

Spiral motion, me up
Anticipation, me on

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

Spiral motion, me up
Anticipation, me on

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

Chapter IV: The Shining

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

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

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

Titan mountains, of wonder,
by a haze
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 wears a reporter's
of black,
clutched in bone hand
The his pages illustrate
of the church's darkest fate
Professor Bowen buys the church
Back from Egypt, so the curse

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The pulls me in again,
entranced by far off
breaks the spell
connection,
somehow our are entwined
I it there behind me,
The of the Dark

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