I opened the diary

And flipped to the final page
It was partially torn
And its contents written
In a hasty manner

I began to read the manuscript
By dull candlelight
Did I attempt to follow
The words of the lost traveler

"...The vicar had warned me
Not to venture to the old ruins
That sat forested in full vision
Of that dull brown monastary

But he should have known
With my great curiosity
That telling me not to do something
All but ensures that I would

All the monks and scholars
Seemee uneasy about that place
Said to have been built
Before the first settlers arrived

Every bit of information
That I got them to reveal
Only fanned the flames
Of my imagination further

By sunset I had already decided
I would leave the monastary
In the dead of the night
And make my way to that place

That ever men of God fear and avoid..."