I wind
down
Hecate's path
the tearing wind
carries away my clothing.

What is left of me
wavers
above me like
white sheets
in battle
with
wild wood
fire.

I peer over shadows cast
and I see the great barred owl
throned among
the horned wreathed arms of trees.

Her call dissolves
the annealed armor
around my heart
and from the kisses
She plants over my eyelids
all color and
all life
slithers away
before my sight.

The lingering light
hisses like Her serpent
as it travels below
to a place
underneath
my
self.