Long Hecate Poems

"White the Lowest Sky"



Cries the Lowest Sky 
tear drops fed as manna
o’er the littlest warrior 
face raised to ultra Light

The 3
that sit in Ultra Gamma
there cries the lowest Sky
the voice that ever hears you

Cries the...

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Hellboy danced with the best of them,
With a record here, though incomplete...
Winning almost all of the time,
What a miraculous feat!


Date Opponent Location Result
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XXxX Hecate L (fatality)
2004 Rasputin W
XXxX osiris club W
XXxX Witch L (fatality)
XXxX Dragon...

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"Volupte Mysterie" 



Fallen and risen
the volupte She ...

considers 

Her gods
are found
sore and wanting 

a new life 
breathing in 
a new world

she walks 
in dreams 
she sleeps

in as much as
heaven and hell 
exist

here on this Earth
they...

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Sappho Translations VI by Michael R. Burch


Sappho, fragment 52
translation by Michael R. Burch

Yesterday,
you came to my house
to sing for me.

Today,
I come to you
to return the favor.

Talk to me. Do.
Sweet talk,
I love the flavor!

Please send away...

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Sappho Translations XV by Michael R. Burch

Gaia, rainbow-crowned, garbs herself in myriad hues. (168c)

We ran like fawns from the symposium: me, Cleis and reckless Gongyla. (168d)

Destiny is from the Muses, / and thus I was...

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Five gray, silver, and white haired crones
Navigated slimy green stones
Like tight rope walkers
Having been summoned by the wind talkers
They crossed a shallow creek
Each feeble and weak
They entered consecrated woods
Wearing cloaks and hoods
Upon awareness of being...

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POTD 23 Mar 2024 

THE PATH WELL TRAVELLED.

Two paths diverged, and I was thrown by doubts I had never known
To my left, thickly overgrown, was a path to dismal dimness prone.

To my right, a lovely...

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I told Cupid to halt his arrow
I wasn’t trying to fall in love;
when I was in sorrow. 
He was so understanding,
He hatched his bow and went about his business
It took me a while to realise...

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"I really don't believe you sorry.."

this is what the Creatrix and Chaotica one told me and will tell you too.

none are worthy and all will be rejected if they approach her throne on their own...

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Hejama, seventh daughter of a seventh daughter of a Thessaly queen.
A natural proponent of black magic, sorcery, witchcraft and wizardry
Undlela ziimhlope, Aunt Vernafi suggested. An herb you will enjoy.

Hejama did not often take Aunt Vernafi’s...

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At last,
Education stood to teach.

Acres of agonizing memory.
Hectares of Hecate,
Tripling in advance of nonsense.

Peering round and round in vertical cylinders.

Spun web-less in a lore of forgotten before.
And after, for the sake-less now.

Trudging on to prevent...

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Like the Sun
a trolley car
Is bound to the tracks

Like the Sun
A trolley car
follows an elliptical path

Like sunflowers
People need the Sun
For life

The Sun journeys on the dark side of things
And the people have no choice but...

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Slithering and Creeping Along the Moonlit Path
Where Dark Desires Permeates the Hidden Caverns of My Heart
An Enchanted Road, A  Supplicant Ritualist Journey
Beyond the Seas of Perpetual Agony
Confronting Sinister Vices In the Canyon of Piteous...

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Ferry me across the river Styx
Into the realm of the dead
Charon won’t you take my danake?
Ferry me across the river Styx
Were the Judges await
To seal my faith

In Tartarus I do belong
For all I did was...

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Shadows darken the way

Hecate, a guide, has presided over my dreams. 
Moneca, it’s vital essence, but a stagnate stream.
Love upon tattered wings  - nowhere to fly, 
upon the Glacier “ Indifference “ – disintegrating...

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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...

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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...

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Misunderstood misrepresented misery
Spent my youth being told all the ways I am wrong
One day expected to get it all
Disconnected disassociated disgusted
A head attached to a body with warm holes for his pleasure
Smile moan shut up...

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St Oswald's church is huddled in the vale
of Grasmere. Yew trees along avenues
relinguish cones between the granite tombs 
in shadows decked, their muted roots reseed
as tiny trailing fingers feel for loam
with olive tips that dip...

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If I be Witch; Enchantress, yes!
Hades own sweet Sorceress
My Siren's Song to him belongs
Medea, may I wear your dress?
By Spell or Charm, I mean no harm,
Your beating Heart is all I need
Oh, Circe's swine! Where...

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There is no slave of Hecate
it’s sea soft shell saves and covers me
though no bliss unaware 
but the pull of her hair 
drags her back to reality

though sand soft curves
It limestone hurts
your pink poker hands
on...

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