Silence, without exception
Not one soul would I tell
of the disastrous expedition
to the church on Federal Hill
I lose myself in research
at the library downtown
Through years of old newspaper files,
for me the printed page recounts
Lost in daydreams of hide and seek
It's looking through the crystal,
staring back at me
Lost in nightmares and elegies
Something claims my soul
and I cannot break free
Obsession with this cryptogram
I found within the leather volume
amidst the dust and mildew
in the cobwebbed vestry room
The cipher I discover
is not a simple one
A code in language strange, uncommon,
a puzzle from beyond
In June I solve the quandary,
research in matters magic black
The text is in dark Aklo,
a language ancient and abstract
I fear these things uncovered
from behind the walls of sleep
I never thought ignorance was bliss,
but now I'm in too deep
I see the birds of spring
avoid the gaunt lone church's spire
Whispers on the wind
The darkness closing in
Every evening, the old impulse
to gaze westward returns
The terror grows, as the hours pass
from the stranger things I've learned
Lost in daydreams of hide and seek
It's looking through the crystal,
staring back at me
Lost in nightmares and elegies
Something claims my soul
and I cannot break free
Lost in daydreams of hide and seek
It's looking through the crystal,
staring back at me
Lost in nightmares and elegies
Something claims my soul
and I cannot break free
Every evening, the old impulse
to gaze westward returns
The terror grows, as the hours pass
from the stranger things I've learned