Close relative of Midnight, Antiquated Track Sovereign
Source of Visions, give to me the eyesight
To see the sacred in all living things.
And in miserable death, still beauty may I see
Subsequently You interpret back during Yourself
the beauty that was me.
O from top to bottom Hecate, under Your decline moon
I stand dark-hooded on the shadowed route
and face three choices, at the same time as all interactions lead to You
All stories end at burgle, bottomless and told.
O Crone of Cause, give to me the eyesight
To see the cavort within all things
of shadowiness and of light.
O Antiquated Lady, Mistress of the Evil
You of three faces, Maiden, Close relative, Crone
Protection of Witches, dancing with hope
On Your obscurity Powdered, together or associate.
Low-spirited Close relative Goddess, give to me the eyesight
In death, in life, may I observe
Your Stealthy dark and bright.