If you are there, sorry.


The wheel of the year is turning. Waning moon is about to end to fulfill the once prophesied destiny. With the approaching Esbat Rite, I will submit all of me to the great goddess Diana.


The sisters tried consoling me about the fate that lies ahead and for a while I felt strong and powerful. However, thoughts of you lingered on my pagan soul. No pentacles, a chalice of herbs, boline, athame, magic wand, red candles, and incense can take away the memories of our sweltering summer nights.



I fear not to be remembered by you.



If only I could break my birth right. If only I am not fated to be a high priestess. If only the moon crown does not carry the power to protect the world from our very own dark kind.



People believed that I died from our supposed to be tragedy, but my cunning scheming sisters and I deceived all of you.



Yes Romeo. We only met for five summer nights and the one who made you fall in love was my doppelganger. I only loved and protected you using the eye of our oculus.



Forgive me.


I am asking for your forgiveness, I chose to let you die so that no one could take you away from me.




Love,
Juliet