An Invocation to Hecate
By Tarostar
Hail, Dark Mother of the Waning Moon,
come to me as I chant this rune.
Cold Winds and dark hard Stone,
Waning Light and bleached Bone,
Summon she who walketh in the Night.
whose shreiking voice causeth fright.
Hecate of sacred mein.
Bringeth spirit from the deep unseen.
Attend this dark working dire,
Illuminated by black candle fire.
With Mullein and Mugwort and herbs of rue,
Aid my will in this witchy brew.
Hecate come and bring thy bane
Like falling hale and driving rain.
Hecate, of visage most dour,
Work my will in this hour.