the call went out.
Hecate at the crossroads,
opens the spirit-way.
Past, present, future,
a face for each,
and those are snakes,
gathered about her,
hounds alert, she commands-
become. The souls
gather, ready to speak,
tell the secrets that we seek.
Dark is her gown,
stars, her crown, earth her
throne, all worlds, home.
Hecate at the crossroads,
thrice the charm.
Life begins.
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