Dimensional Collide from Athrú Crutha by Cruthu

My interest in the supernatural, author unknown, obsession of mine.
I need the volume, alchemical, to project my mind into space and time.
The travelling magician, who loaned to me the book, with a sly grin told me it was free.
Overeager mistake, dimensional collide, I call out from the void...can you hear me? Can you touch me? Can you see me?

We met before dawn.
The Magus must die, and so we ride.
Posse employed, search and destroy.

Because of whom he hailed. All our crops have failed.

The clergy had warned.
Copies obtained, with broken seal.
Your gaze it grabs hold, your soul it will steal.

How I wish that I had heeded their advice.

He wrote of legends and of far off distant lands,
...and that he would soon hold this world within his hands.

Where went the hours?
It took almost three to remove the debris.

The books not in god's name. Get thrown in the flames.

I opened a cover.
Inglorious spate of anger and hate.
Master of all, fly, swim, walk or crawl.

The knowledge that I craved came with a heavy price.

He wrote of curses and of demons with no shape,
...and of multi-verses where he could escape.

Through sacrifice, and blasphemies bring the world to it's knees.
Land burned to stone, blood flesh and bone.

His poison covers all. Fly, swim, walk or crawl.

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