Hail unto thee Divine Hecate

Hail the veiled lady of the crossroads goddess of wayward souls;

In darkest night she shines her light to guide those who need her most.

Blessed be mother Hecate no matter where she may roam.

On moonless nights I honor her rites and gather herb and bone,

In the dead of night I seek her sight, she never leads me wrong.

Hail to the veiled guardian of the crossroads savior of the wayward souls

With magick and might though fearsome and fright she nurtures my aching soul.