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Hecate. Mother of the Moon. Hear me.
3 Fates. 3 Faces. Nighttide-bellower.
Thrice-voiced. Beloved of the Cemetery.
Mistress of Corpses and Fire. Bewitcher.
You, who Cronus gave the Underworld to.
You, who feasts among the graves; with this knife
I cut my flesh. 3 drops of blood might do.
Lover of Erinyes and Afterlife;
you face 3 Paths. Show me the 4th. Crossroads
form an X, show me the 5th. Blood umbral.
Mother mine. I am blind from Right-hand light;
from saints that rot, from angels that corrode.
Hecate: show me what’s veiled, nocturnal,
lustful; all that cavort in the moonlight.