The Oracle of Necromanteion

(A lone voice whispers) He who walks without the most holy of ways Will never return Until they have learned not by sin be swayed As true as new trees are made By lay played In so many wet insidious ways By those hidden in the chasms In the faraway stars For people like you gathered here should be careful For without faith In any form The nearby Darkness can always open a small gateway to sin And if that abyss is opened Revealing Desolation's Fatal sandstorms It gets so much harder To let hope crawl in So O ye O Ye On the yellow beaches Beseeching O ye Gathered round me To the worthy few I summon by the power of the Purple Flame Virtue By the Divine Will of your choice of God To guide you Amen Through Acheron To the blue Stargate So you can Once more Run (C) Copyright John Duffy