The Woven Wisp

[Track 8 of the concept album "The Abyss Gazes Back"] The doorway weeps, its frame unsealed, a sobbing, spectral tone, Beyond, a room they’ve seen before, it's design once known. The patterns twist, familiar lines now flicker, warp, and breathe, The first room's echo, cruelly carved, its purpose to deceive. The air hums cold, a hollow sound, the room alive with dread, Edwin grips the vial's edge, obsession claims his head. Maggie’s voice, a desperate shout, cuts through his haunted haze, “Stop this madness! Can’t you see? We tread on cursed ways!” Glass shatters, liquid splashes—half swallowed by the stone, The floor drinks deep, the walls shift close, new horrors being sewn. The other half upon the book, it writhes, begins to bloom, A figure torn from broken glyphs emerges from the gloom. A half-formed soul, its pages torn, it writhes but cannot speak, Its eyes are wells of ink and pain, its form grotesque, unique. A shuddered gasp, a futile cry, its voice remains confined, A broken vessel, half-revealed, with purpose ill-defined. Eleanor steps forward slow, her eyes alight, bewitched, Her hands reach out to steady them, her voice a quiet stitch. “Don’t fear,” she says, “I’ll guide your path, I’ll bear your weight, I’ll stay.” While Maggie stands in frozen shock, and Edwin turns away. The entity moves awkwardly, their limbs both flesh and page, Eleanor whispers tender vows, entranced by their malaise. Maggie clutches Edwin’s arm, her voice a fragile thread, “We’re sinking deeper with each step, where living things have fled.” The spiral calls, its maw agape, they press into the deep, The walls exhale, the air grows thick, no room is left for sleep. Behind them, whispers coil tight, a hymn of buried woe, The wisp's halved form begins to hum, their presence starts to glow. Downward still, the darkness threads, like needles drawing seams, The half-formed wisp, with every step, unravels eldritch dreams. Eleanor’s smile grows sharp and thin, her heart a tethered chain, As Maggie watches helplessly, her warnings all in vain.