Housed in mist and shadow,
protected in myths and legends
thought of hallowed
without wonder of intentions;
Held in such high esteem
controlling what cannot be
in essence the powers of dream
a costly payment this unknown fee;
Beckoning from distances far and away
summoning will and deceit
letting lust for power pave the way
begging entrance to their chaotic keep;
A sale of souls goes the victor
collections of necromancy
so that their strength might not whither
you will live to serve their fancy.