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Oh 3-Fold Goddess

Weaver of the Web

Bringer of the Crossroad Gate

To touch the world and the Spirit

A path wet with the tears

Of Magick and dissolution

The bitter sting, the venom of fate

Weaved within her Web of Wyrd

Transverses throughout the limbs of the Astral

A grand maze of perception (a labyrinthe of Dreams)

Infinite to those who shall seek their path

Light years beyond those who cannot seize time

Such as the daemon Star of Algol

Deceiver of true distance yet breathing down the neck

Infinitely giving signs of Light

It is written in constellations

And instinct, a map of the gates

Signs shown to the reptilian Eye

A Gate of transcendence

A key to the stars

It is then you witness the cosmos collide

And the wars within Pantheons

Ageless and formless like sand, sea and stone

And the time and light

Which once slipped through your fingers

Hekate! χαλάζι χαλάζι HEKATE! χαλάζι χαλάζι

Bringer of the crossroads

To cross the gates

And touch the spirits world

A path wet with tears

This is the first light of dissolution

This is baptism towards the second light

The shedding of the skin

Crossroads of the power of your magick touch