La noche de Hécate

Hécate tal como la pintó William Blake. He leído un poco sobre ella en la wikipedia y he descubierto cosas interesantes. Hoy es la noche de Hécate, yo pensaba era la noche del 31 de Octubre... bueno os dejo este poema que me ha gustado en su nombre

“Charge of the Dark Goddess, Hecate"

I am the Queen of Magick, hidden in the deepest night.
I am the mystery of the other world and the fear that coils
about your heart in the times of your trial. I am the soul of
nature that gives form to the Universe.


My torches light the way for enlightenment and illumination.
My sickle of death cuts away things that are dead & no longer needed
It is I who awaits you at the end of your spiral dance.
I am She who has no secrets but a thousand secrets.
I am the aged Old Crone of Darkness who face of death
portends life anew and filled with Luna’s secrets.
All acts of magick and mysteries are my rituals and
My greatest ritual is love itself.


You who seek to remove My veil and know My true face,
Know that all your questing and efforts are for not,
Until thy own face beholds and knows the mysteries of they own self.
For you to truly know Me, you must look in your own heart
and know and accept thy self.


For those of you who call upon Me
and My powers for magick, beware!
For My magick is swift and without regards to the consequences.
Those that know Me shall glide safely through troubles,
For it is My dark cloak of protection that is wrapped about you.
Close your eyes My child and call to me, for I am there,
within your Darkness.

By Lady Hecate~Copyrighted 2009~All Rights Reserved