'X' marks the spot, the cross in the path.
The heavens make a path, a cross in time,
The light and dark hold the world in tune.
Somnustra cleansing the world in holy bath,
As the Cyrenian Clock Tower chimes,
Bringing in the hours of the Goddess of the Moon.

In an eternal pattern spins the Lady of the Night,
She gives the sky to Her Sister each day at dawn,
And commands the heavens every day at dusk.
She is a youthful maiden: beautiful, young, and sprite,
A wondrous mother, caring, nuturing her shaded lawn,
And an elder, wizened beyond her age, in nighttime musk.

Find Her paths, they cannot be counted,
Which way do you turn, which way is She?
Where will you turn, down the right way?
Follow Somnustra, upon which She's mounted,
And you will know where you should be,
The right turn in the Roads will win the day.

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Aeguary, in the year 414 AF.