At the Crossroads

At the crossroads were once left offerings to the goddess of ghosts Hecate with her keys At the crossroads were once buried the bodies of criminals and those who chose to commit suicide considered unworthy to be laid to rest in the hallowed earth of a cemetery their spirits left to wander aimlessly for eternity At the crossroads Robert Johnson fell to his knees unable to hitch a ride as the sun sank low in the sky fearing he would die hanging from a tree or maybe he sold his soul to Satan there depending on the story At the crossroads I stand at midnight under the milky moon singing my own song of heartache waiting for some sign from the divine to tell me which path to take