The Ritual of the Moonlit Towers.

The deep of night, the wind in flight, the stars will take command, within the nether reaches met in portraits of the land. The cold night air, the willing fair, the daylight yet to scene, within the realm of darkness set in shadows of a dream. In comfort of the shady hallows image will depart, within the light of spirit in the motion of the part. Upon the hand that times the stand, that towers will be raised, on platforms of the objects set foundations will be praised. Upon the morrow, to depart, until the sun will rise, upon the morning of ascent in dawn upon the skies. Upon the lively throne of sight, upon the moonlit path, the ghosts that lift the past in flight are notions of the dark.