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Hekaterina Ricci is an American writer with over 20 years of expression via pen & paper behind her. The preferred method of delivery is poetry, …
Poems
Muse
May 2016
Lost in the labyrinth of Hekate
At a triple crossroads dance with me
As the New moon watches from up high
And her black birds cackle in the sky
As we dance a circle among the trees
Lost in the Labyrinth of Hekate
At the crossroads will you work your rite
As her black hounds circle tonight
By starlight will you call the Queen
Are you afraid to dance with those unseen
Lost in the labyrinth of Hekate
Owl Serpent and Horse are she
Will you slip into her ancient trance
As the Crone Witch joins in our dance
As is our will so mote it be
Lost in the Labyrinth of Hekate
At a triple crossroads dance with me
As the New moon watches from up high
And her black birds cackle in the sky
As we dance a circle among the trees
Lost in the Labyrinth of Hekate
At the crossroads will you work your rite
As her black hounds circle tonight
By starlight will you call the Queen
Are you afraid to dance with those unseen
Lost in the labyrinth of Hekate
Owl Serpent and Horse are she
Will you slip into her ancient trance
As the Crone Witch joins in our dance
As is our will so mote it be
Lost in the Labyrinth of Hekate
Hekate(pronounced Heh-Ka-Tee)is an ancient Greek goddess often worshipped by Witches as a Dark or Crone goddess
Psychosa
Nov 2023
And through my death,
I have been initiated by the dark goddesses that dance under the forbidden moonlight,
into my birthright,
to truly be alive.
I have been initiated by the dark goddesses that dance under the forbidden moonlight,
into my birthright,
to truly be alive.
Jennifer
Apr 2020
dogs snarl and
yowl as she approaches:
her silken dress trailing
the ground,
her ashen face, unsmiling.
lady of the night: she leads
her army of ghouls with cold,
heavy chains that make a
sickening sound as they
stroke against the black concrete.
she is unseen, but watching,
cold malice in her
shadowed eyes.
she can see the sweat beading
upon your pallid face
as you struggle to wake, gasping.
heed her unnatural beauty,
for it is too dark to see
her true face. she
parts the road thrice
and awaits your decision.
a smile curls her lips:
she is warning you.
yowl as she approaches:
her silken dress trailing
the ground,
her ashen face, unsmiling.
lady of the night: she leads
her army of ghouls with cold,
heavy chains that make a
sickening sound as they
stroke against the black concrete.
she is unseen, but watching,
cold malice in her
shadowed eyes.
she can see the sweat beading
upon your pallid face
as you struggle to wake, gasping.
heed her unnatural beauty,
for it is too dark to see
her true face. she
parts the road thrice
and awaits your decision.
a smile curls her lips:
she is warning you.