Literature
MOTHER HECATE
A cloak of mothering Darkness, purple
and sublime, beckoned me forward into
the aura I sought, a cone of Silence
held me in its sway, safely away from
the cackling ravens outside of the
New Moon veil, while I on the other
side of Darkness kneeled before she
who is the mystery and the journey,
she who holds the bright seed of Truth
within her Dark Moon, it was in her
presence that I found a mother, as
real as the basking Moonlight, as
divine as the tide within I, her
silvery daughter, her nocturnal seed.
Full of love and pride, comfort and
care, I awakened to the magic that
a true mother holds, she held me and
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