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Chapter I: Whispers

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now I'm edging 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 away, as if they know the cost

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

II: Entry

the dark,
I let myself down to the floor
the vast cellar of dense shadows,
my I enforce
A black to the right
leads to the upper
I climb the worn steps
The I deplore

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

I fumble light,
A blind man feeling with his
Stopped by a door
in as black as night
Pushed to a corridor,
dimly lit my eyes do
The massive revealed,
through stained glass of light

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

dress the pews
The altar holds the of time
The cross of an faith,
adorned in and grime
a vestry room are shelves
of mildewed, rotting
Black, volumes
of or unknown

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

This place was the seat
of older than mankind
The manuscripts they 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 book of entries
in cryptograph
I recognize the
days of study past
The small I take with me
The code I must

Am I the one to
the town's pervasive
that left the church
for over sixty
Am I the one
to these hallowed halls
since the of rumor
and dark cultists'

III: The Ascent

Through the dust and webs
I on, I will not be deterred,
to the front
A door reveals
It with just one step
and leads to my

motion, pull me up
Anticipation, me on

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

motion, pull me up
Anticipation, me on

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

Chapter IV: The Trapezohedron

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

as if by magic,
Shining crystal my gaze
I see worlds of great towers
Alien

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

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

Chapter V:

My eyes are away,
a skeleton in tattered suit of
A as a tomb
How did he meet this
He wears a reporter's
of black,
clutched in bone hand
The past his illustrate
Mystery of the 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 reduced to dust and ash
Within the church's walls, unholy rites
Message from the past, the conspiracy is
Within the crystal stone, into the great

The priest warns of worship
and a box Egypt's ruins
It calls something the darkness
and is banished by the

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

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

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

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

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

The crystal me in again,
entranced by far off
Panic breaks the
connection,
somehow our are entwined
I feel it there me,
The of the Dark

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