Hecate - Dark Mother

Dear Hecate. The crossroads I keep.
My magickal promise? To wake you from sleep.
I dare you, your safety, pry open your eyes.
I test you, your mettle. Tempt fear, till it dies.

Release your misgivings. Day sight makes you weak.
The lazy like living when challenge is meek.
Little joys, little trials, little lives safe from blight
Your soul is too large and the mid-road too tight.

Indecision is cancer. It eats you inside.
Fear traps your choices, you cannot decide.
Do you follow your heart? Or let reason rule?
Let pagan blood burn or let civil light cool? 

If you loose the flood gates, just what will you learn?
If you play in the dark, will you ever return?
Your courage is tested when shadows are deep.
But unlike the day, there, you sow what you reap 

So, save you from sorrow? Save you from the cost?
Is to save you from Life! And the wonder is lost.
Dare you your limits, to test what is true?
To lose your illusions? You’ve nothing but you. 

But you are enough, so much more than you know.
Dare you discover how deep you can go?
Swallow hard all your fear and let caution lie
Sage senses waken, as brute senses die.

Which road will you choose? By Hacate, an oath!
Neither right, neither left. Yes, you must choose them both!
While the Sun casts His light on the Magickal Moon.
The secrets of midnight make sense of the noon.

In your deepest darkness, when sight is unclear
My limitless insight will banish your fear
So tears will not harm you and pain is no test,
When patience is endless and trial, a jest. 

Indecision is cancer. It eats you inside.
To meet your best self you must no longer hide.
Come cool as the night, pagan heart come free.
Next Moon, at the crossroads, come gather with Me.