Hail! Dark Hecate, Goddess of the Night
Greetings, Faerie Queen of Witches
Ancient of Days, we bow before you.
From Above we come
bearing white banners.
Angels, djinn, daemons glide
down moonbeams dusted in starlight
draped in diamante gauze, sequined scarves,
star-studded feathers, a thousand rainbow hues.
Celestial voices raised,
we come singing silver notes of praise.
From Below we come,
bearing black banners,
four-leggeds of myth and fable.
Noble-born, we walk in dignity
climbing the spiral path;
stone parts before us, chasms
close to bear our tread. Spirits of ayahuasca,
divas of the garden, nymphs, dryads, Gaia’s
first-born come singing ebony notes of praise.
From Between we come
bearing red banners,
daughters and sons of men,
Earth walkers, kissing cousins too-far
removed, claiming kinship now.
Our path unfurls steadily before us.
Milestones measure minutes, hours, days.
Our short impassioned lives flare like candles
against your dark mystery; still we come
singing crimson notes of praise.
Approaching your crossroad
we tremble, even the bravest
hides her eyes in awe…
terror washes over us
joy tumbles in its wake
notes meld, song rises.
Hail, Hecate!
Creatrix, Destroyer
Mother of magic, womb and tomb
stone and bone, green fire of life.
All hail!
