Pages stained with unspeakable wisdom,
Filled with persistent power, and potent sorcery.
In a crypt of frozen and endless time
It gives new life to the dead.
The enigma of all
In its restless sleep
Bidding its time
For another soul to devour,
But will give up some of its dark knowledge in return.
It knows when another malevolent being will enter
Searching for the forbidden secrets confined herein.
It waits for those with a feeble mind
So it may corrupt them,
And turn them into the vilest creatures know
And some unknown.
Its blood stained papyrus paper
Engraved with words written in the dark language of old,
Telling of demented magic
And devilish diseases of festering anger.
It lies in wait for its next victim.