Hecate

In the great vineyard of the stars Every night, I see her. Drinking the juices Of our dreams Our curses and, Most shameful sins . Amongst angels and ghosts, She is, the purple haze That covers all, The shadow that every man casts, The secret that every man holds. She has always been there; In the stories Of other gods and goddesses , Working her magic, Marrying darkness to light. But Alas! Now the gods are dead! Dead? Forgotten rather or misplaced. But she, Who dwells at the crossroads Of Heaven and Hell, With her misty violate eyes, She looks down on me And smiles! “Your mortal frame and form are slowly dying! But I…” she laughs “I am stronger than you! “I am stronger ,even, than the passing of time!”