Hecate

Laying under the luminous moon,

Where the wind is clawing at my hair,

Dog barks awake me, giving me a scare.

Hecate! Will she be here so soon?

As a slithering snake, she comes to me,

Twistly softly through the leaves, and then

Morphing in to one, yet three women

Before my eyes. What a sight to see!

You are nature itself, our Mother.

Our Goddess of Life, Goddess of Death,

The single controller of our breath,

Feared and loved by sister and brother!