Hecate-
HECATE-
HECATE!

The Black-Eyed Goddess,
Beyond all things,
With but her one breath

Says-soothe,
Cuts,
And cackles,

As Her voice insists an echo.

The All-Hearted One-
The Thrice-Arrived-
The Memory-Of-Not;

With a quill to Her left,
A yarn to Her right,
And scales in Her cross.

Just as She is The Night,
She is, too, the cause
For it's Lack and for Light;

The link between all things.

The layer of all roads-
Of crossings and ends-
Of theres and thens.

Praise to Her name!
Praise to Her works!
Praise to Herselves!

To all Her many roles!
To Her boundless glinting eyes!
All praise to Hecate!

May, forever, She arrive!