We shall hold a GRAND MASKED BALLball
and dance toward the totality of the midnight hour.

Let us come together, as midnight draws near, 
and dance - dance to forget our fear. 
Let us be like the shadows and spirits of that hour, in elegance and grace. 
Let those dark angels that would dare to walk on the stroke of midnight fear us as we waltz, in ever broadening circles, 
unencumbered of our mortal trepidations. 
Let us come together in celebration of another year in which we have 
eluded the fates. 

Of different houses we may be - our loyalties diverse - let us put aside 
our differences for a single night, and in this fleeting peace, 
let us gather at the chapel, on the 27th day of the month of October, 
at the fading of the light, and dance to forget our demons.

We ask only that you be clothed in your most elegant finery, 
and masked so that our faces, and loyalties, are hidden. 
Let us present such a dichotomy: beauty and grace marred by the grotesque, that even the creatures of the dark shall shudder at the windows and hide. 
For in this night of decadence, 
we shall outdo the dark spirits themselves!