I will meet you at the place
Where three roads meet.
The sacred space where
Spells can be cast under
* The light of the glittering moon.

There will be dancing
Because who would stop us?
We honour Hecate, who shares
In the rule of land, sea and sky.

Goddess of witches,
She waits for us at the place
Where three roads meet.

It is here – amid the dancing –
That Hecate reveals her secrets
But only to those who deserve
To know how to heal, to halt
And to kill.

A dog attends her, as she waits.
It used to be a woman, one who
Lost everything – every son, every
Daughter, her home, her city, her man.

So she took her revenge
On the one man she could:
Polymestor, who killed her youngest boy.
She took his sons with knives
Then blinded him.

He cried out in pain and she
Cried back her anger.
Then Hecate took her, changed her
speaking to a bark.

And now she guards the place **
Where three roads meet.
She did the unthinkable
In revenge for the unforgivable.

But Hecate marks our boundary ***
Between night and morning,
Between life and death,
Between the underworld
And the world above.

She gives us all the magic we will ever need. ****
Enough to halt the moon in its tracks,
Enough to turn the rivers back.
Enough to bring down a giant.

We come to her sacred space
With offerings and humility,
And in exchange, Hecate makes us hers.

text by Natalie Haynes