In this dream,
There was you and me,
We ran through the fields,
Dancing and pouncing,
Pouncing and dancing,
Two little cats,
Side by side,
Do not,
My dear,
Tear us apart,
For we are connected to Bast,
Our goddess and mother,
Our Maiden, Mother, and Crone,
She has been with us all along,
Now the blades of green leave us,
They are now covered with blood,
The rage of war has now begun,
With bodies lying,
Blood scattered,
Across the green,
For you see,
We are but of two goddesses,
Bast and Sehkment,
Our goddesses,
Who protect and live for us,
Who builds our strength when we are weak,
Who loves us when we are alone.