Through that twisted city of labyrinths and towers
Do they march to the Twilight Cathedral
Their black robes brush against the cobblestone street
Stirring up dead leaves along the way

Every setting of the second sun
They make their way from unknown places abroad
To preform an elaborate ritual
Warding off the evil that waits in the shadows

For after the second sun sets beyond the horizon
The darkness of a three day night comes
And with it the creatures and things
That call night their home

Handed down from eons ago
The rite is preformed with utmost accuracy
Even so do some things slip in
Past the barriers set by the ritual

Which is why none travel or trade
During those days of darkness
For fear of what may be lurking
Just beyond the ambit of the light