- Flora: Darkness is a shroud to cover.
- Miles: Darkness is the cloak, beware.
- Flora: We do not fear the vast of blackness.
- Miles: We wear shadows in our hair.
- Flora: Darkness calls us to a reckoning.
- Miles: Call us to its close embrace.
- Flora: We shall soon be there to meet it.
- Miles: Though we cannot see its face.
- Flora: In the dark, the raid of the ghost.
- Miles: And the coffin cannot hold.
- Flora: Those of us who love the darkness.
- Miles: Darkness is our final throne.