Finding the Right Words

“I went down into the lands of the dead and spoke with things forgotten. I met with ancient kings of countries none of our histories recall, saw the twisted souls of black magicians that once held sway over all the earth, and also there were the old gods whose names cannot be remembered. I learned the secrets that I needed to learn. I know the old words that built the marbled city and set it on its pillars. They burn my mind. When I learned them, I drew back. I would not speak those things. But I knew them. They are ever whispered in my ear.”