Through the cavern weaving and winding,
So lost have they ever been,
Such lost they have known,
The dead cry out, their expedition is at it’s end.
A familiar voice whispers in searching ears,
Feast for those starving from ignorance.
Knowledge for those who are seated at the table of enlightenment,
is doled our in large helpings.
Nourishment for those craving the kiss of the Divine,
Hands reaching out from gloomy obscurity,
discover the clear torchlight of Hekate!
Droplets trickle from the darkened walls,
Slippery moss, uncertain footing,
Dwindling and flourishing in the echo of this cave,
A cry, a command, the words to rise,
for all that have been lost and found within,
allowing no specter of the past to bind the way,
no demon of the future to hinder the steps,
twisting and turning in the labyrinth of thoughts,
and discovering strength in unlikely ways,
the lesson of realization.
Oh, Goddess of the Night,
Champion of those who Seek hidden wisdom,
Companion in the crawling Shadows,
Cradle the new born moon to Your breast,
the Harvest of our walk along the Path,
carrying the sweet weight of past deeds,
and descend to this furthest place.
Together to reach a place virgin and untamed,
expressed in only dreams that have yet to fade,
Grasping at the heart, this great Unknown!
Unbound from deception,
Thundering in victory,
Never cowering at the challenge ahead,
It does beat!
Glowing with possibility,
Like an early morning by undefined day,
Use this Quill and begin to write,
Words pouring softly like the stream that feeds inspiration,
Muse of Muses,
upon Your destiny scroll unfurling quickly,
where the sword has no purchase on the Craft within,
and only the wild Pagan will is the boundary of invention!
Hail Hekate, Hail the Goddess of the New Moon, Hail the Keeper of the Keys and Vigilant Torchbearer. Hail the Queen of the Witches and the Teacher of lessons locked in the mind.