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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 gothic structure,
by padlocked rusty confined
A touch of the sinister, which I cannot define

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

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

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

Dark whispers, tales of
some unknown, vast gulf of night
What monstrous dwelt 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,
in the blackness forevermore

The dark took root within the church's gothic walls,
town folk would go missing,
A still unsolved
It took a valiant priest to the beast
out the heretics, but some still believe
the lies in wait

Now I'm edging nearer to the iron gate
Missing bars 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 I search for entryway
Doors locked, I the path around the stone blockade
A cellar window, passage to the church's walls
I struggle with my fear, but still I hear the

Chapter II:

the dark,
I let myself down to the floor
Within the vast of dense shadows,
my I enforce
A black archway to the
to the upper floor
I climb the stone steps
The darkness I

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

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

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

Cobwebs the pews
The altar the dust of time
The cross of an 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 came to life
feelings, eyes upon me,
a malignant presence I describe

This place was the seat
of evil older than
The manuscripts prove it
The local had not lied

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

Within a desk,
I find a black book
A record of entries
in ancient
I recognize the
from days of past
The small book I take me
The I must unmask

Am I the one to
the pervasive fear
left the church deserted
for over sixty
Am I the one
to tread these halls
since the start of
and dark fall?

III: The Ascent

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

Spiral motion, me up
Anticipation, me on

still proceeding,
in winding, twisting
The windows show a
in
Church tower lies
I with bated breath
It all seems so

motion, pull me up
Anticipation, me on

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

Chapter IV: The Shining

At I reach 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 holds my
I see of great stone towers
terrain

Around the pillar a circle,
gothic chairs
and cryptic alien
of unknown origin
The rock
the power to

mountains, worlds of wonder,
clouded by a
Stirring in blackness,
hard to look away

Chapter V:

My are pulled away,
a skeleton in suit of grey
A steeple as a
How did he meet this
He wears a reporter's
of black,
clutched in white hand
The his pages illustrate
Mystery of the darkest fate
Enoch Bowen buys the church
Back Egypt, so starts the curse

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 great

Too many years of disappearance
of the public finally sways
The is right for justice, retribution
All that's left are ghosts from those days

The pulls me in again,
entranced by far off
breaks the spell
connection,
somehow our beings are
I feel it 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 fear for my
I run from the church and the night
to the sane central streets of my home
Away from this nightmare, nevermore to Hill