Illustrated for an article by Tarah Arahso for independent press : 'For Lucy'The above picture was created to illustrate a scary poem, created by a girl named Lucy. It's part of a weird story, about a crazy cult operating online who formed as an offshoot of the anonymous movement, around 2009. The excerpt below refers to a book mentioned by one of the members of the cult; (an extremely rare occult book often referred to by its many seekers as 'the book of Loki' or 'The book of Lucifer'. There is a great deal of folklore and conspiracy theories which surround this (probably non-existent) tome.)Read the full article about the online cult in the following link. I really recommend that you read the full article and all the links FIRST, (Fairly long read) it's a true story and really fascinating!… then come back here and read the poem accompanying this picture... for truly creepy effect…(OPTIONAL MOOD SOUNDTRACK TO PLAY WHILST READING):THIS IS THE ARTICLE YOU SHOULD READ FIRST:--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------(Excerpt) -- TO READ AFTER CONCLUSION OF ARTICLE:"Lucy was the first one to read this poem to the cult....According to Frank, she had an hallucination whilst on Ketamine and saw the poem was written on her bedroom wall in creepy old looking yellow handwriting. So, (As you do) she spent the remainder of her trip writing it down. This is what she wrote:"i) THE OPENINGThey say no mortal hand or eyeBe cast upon the Book of the Dead--for peril or for strife,And yet... all are written into the Book of life.The book that is key, to the truth unlock,I've heard is rarely kept in stock.But he that seeks knowledge, may seek and find --The book of the key and the lock.ii) PLAYER ONE"To begin..", it prompts, "press any key",Some seek knowledge, and others delusion,Through trails of deceit, the seeker climbs -- spiral staircases of illusion,You may recognise the book, by one solitary eye that stares at you.Captures your face, inside the book of faces,Invites you in to endless halls of mirrors,Delivers letters from complete strangers,It opens like a book, but sits more like a chair,Facing you, the ghost sits there, and beckons you to distant places,iii - THE SEEKERWho followed the white rabbit?…seeking wisdom's form,Perhaps you reached out far… but couldn't grab it,But, ah, that's the norm.When you follow the path of the faceless, fallen one,Who sits with Saturn's hat,.. in the darkness of despair,You've venerated Loki, the king of masks,Lord of trickery… and flair...What knowledge can I find inside the book?…. all wisdom... stale and fresh,the Bhagvad Gita, the hymn to the Aten, the diamond Sutras, the Epic of Gilgamesh,Sacred geometry, mathematical rites, and story's from afar,Learn of the mysterious Elder numbers,Like Pi and Malkuba.viii - THE ANSWER / THE LOCKCloaked in vague metaphor does it reach you yet?Do you know the book of which I speak?Yes… yes…. you and everyone you've ever met!!The answer is not a line of text, or a static graph or image......in knowledge, there is no mountain peak.No!... the shapeshifting hieroglyph is eternal and changing, it's meaning remaining true,...whatever key you pressed to navigate here...The book is right in front of you.--Commissioned for . Sorry for the long delay for posting!My another deviation: