Hekate, a poem by Irae
At the end of the crooked path,
All bent and muddied with age,
I see at the ancient crossroads,
She, the moonlit sage.
She is three in one and one as three,
Maiden, mother, crone,
Forever daughter, mother, sister.
Forever and always alone.
Protect me oh favored of Zeus the father,
Oh ancient witch and seer,
Flame your torch and light the way,
Through the wheel of turning year.
Dim your torch as winter falls,
And haggard thou becomes,
Darkness reign, and ice and snow,
Through many moons and suns.
And Persephone calls from the gates of Hades,
Light your torch once more,
Guide the daughter to Demeter’s arms,
And warmth and light restore.
Demeter turns the land to Spring,
And thanks thee for thy aide,
Let maenads dance and bring the wine,
Sweet Orpheus serenade.
Sorceress and virgin mother,
Protect me on your path,
From the prejudice of the small of mind,
And their jealous God’s wrath.
Teach me secrets of the wilds of nature,
And the magic you command,
Send forth your hounds against all evils,
At your crossroads I stand.
Goddess of earth, the sea and sky,
The moon and magic and spirit,
Your voice is but an ancient whisper,
But I will always hear it.