hekate

A poem/hymn written in honour of Hekate.

"Hekate"

Hekate,
the Distant One,
swept over me with her flock of the dead;
my soul uplifted
on seraphim wings
to join the angelic hosts of the damned.
And with eyes wide open
in distance I see
the darkness swallowing the sky;
only the stars are able
to penetrate the void,
like tear drops standing frozen in time.
Something wicked this way comes,
an illicit temptation that I'm unable to resist;
at the crossroads meet
the Children of the Night,
inviting licentious, gothic fantasies.
And patiently I watch
as the morning dawn bursts forth
like hellfire unleashed;
Hekate,
the Queen of the Night,
so beautiful and terrible to behold.