Sara.

I am a joke in this world, an ant crushed by life itself. Love kills, love burns you from the inside out. Did I mean anything at all? I bled myself dry just to see your face, I cried myself blind to hear your voice. I lived for you. Now the days mean nothing.

Paola.

This society is so unforgiving. Remember that night in Toulouse? When we met under the moon and shared something pure and good, and when I held you in my arms you cried. We a different, we are witches. Don't you see how Isis knows our pain; it was not intentional. We needed to part.

Sara.

Would she take my soul?

Paola.

Isis takes all. When your time comes she will call.

Sara.

She is calling to me now; I'll go by this knife.

Paola.

I asked the night to numb your pain, I listened to the blackened stars. They know your power, they gave you love. I command the moon to cease.

Sara.

You know me, I give you my spirit.

Paola.

And it shall pass with me, my lover.

Sara.

Sisters from north and south, far and wide, heavens to hell. Take my fraying soul and tell Isis of my pain. As I command, so it shall be done. Peace within, my lover. I did love you.