Hekate, Lady of Hounds Dark-haired haunter of the crossroads Threshold-crosser, Boundary-walker Protect my home from all evil influences From those who would wish me harm And those who would harm me unwittingly Dark-haired Goddess clad in spidersilk The wolf and hound at Your side The dark of the moon belongs to You Hekate Triformus Keeper of Keys and Walker of Ways Let my partake of the secrets of the night Let me speak with the animals at Your side And share in Your khthonic wisdom Let me return home to sleep in my bed once more, To teach others of You, fierce Goddess Let me be of Your wold, Yet remain in mine.
I'm a woman, a Witch, a mother, a grandmother, an eco-feminist, a gardener, a reader, a writer, and a priestess of the Great Mother Earth. Hecate appears in the
Homeric Ode to Demeter, which tells of Hades who caught Persophone
"up reluctant on his golden car and bare her away lamenting. . . . But no one, either of the deathless gods or of mortal men, heard her voice, nor yet the olive-trees bearing rich fruit: only tenderhearted Hecate, bright-coiffed, the daughter of Persaeus, heard the girl from her cave . . . ."