The Chronicles of Alice Collingwood - Book 1: Strange Beginnings

The tale of Lazarus

In the stories of old,

Many things have been fore-seen but not told.

A wise old man with a face of youth.

For what he's done is a cause for strewth.

He waits and waits for eternal power.

For with the darkness he will devour.

With blood in hand, his will complete.

For when she comes all other things become obsolete.

The skies will bleed, the earth will cry.

For when she's back we will all die.

For it is not told what must be done.

It is the lines of this rhyme, which shall show what shall become.

With book in hand, mind your head.

For the book is specific, it's the book of the dead.

A blade not of Ivory, but a blade of bone.

To sacrifice the Key you need not atone.

Petals of an Elderflower, an enchanted stone of black.

For these are the necessities to bring the witch back.