When the Russian Probe Zond 3 captured images as it swept across the Lunar Surface in 1965, it caught a glimpse of a vast Tower. Should we return to investigate? Lyrics: The Tower loomed over the city, Crystalline and unaffected. The structures below were pitted and battered, By particulates of millennia. We swooped low above the craters, Mystery and majesty lay beneath. Struck by the silence now imposed, W longed for the protection of the Dome. Vast yet almost invisible. Clear against the black of space. How long had it waited, abandoned. Secrets concealed by a paranoid thought. The Castle had prepared us, Yet breath it caught in my throat. The ruins laid around us, Intelligence lost. Abandoned gathered together, Their sorrow consumed as they left. Destination unknowable, Had we been touched by this journey-man state? Their return has been marked and foretold, A legend to most or a fable, But we know the truth of their coming. Prepare for the worst but have hope. Prepare for the worst but have hope.