Written in a messy, childlike hand. The words are scrawling and fragmented yet can still be read

The Hidden Lord. Find me, show me, shape me a new. So long ago, I cannot find. Where? Even the hidden known to me is hidden again. Take me away, show me what life is. Show me what I am. Help me and I will help you. Sign your contracts, let me live.

G

We don't you come? So alone, torment rages, it screams with fury. The fury of the pits, the fury of life. Tenth of nine, come. Find me here, letters I'll look through. Find me here, contracts I'll sign.

~G~

*adds words* I am the hidden lord you must find the meaning of life in order to do that you must bring a mortal of inteligence and write on this when you have one captured for I the hidden lord will guide you if youprovide me proper tribute.

[A small note beneath the initial one] Find the Flame. Ask for it in the Crone. We'll be watching.