Hekate, great mother of the night, your darkness is the space that defines all form.
You are the barer of all keys to the past, future and present.

Our fate is woven in your luminous lunar web, nothing conspires or manifests without your knowledge, you are the messenger between the spheres, above and below, the deliverer of fate, the director of souls. You repurposed the decay, and death and create life and growth from it. You turn poisons into medicine, and medicine into poisions. Not even a leaf dropped from the trees is wasted under your care, let alone the souls of mankind.

Great mother hekate I am in your womb, in its darkness I thought I was alone, but you were all around me the whole time, what a ignorant fool was I to doubt your presence, You sustain me, and I am hopelessly inseperable from your presence. If I were to mask myself in light your darkness will always diminish it.

in the end of ends you alone remain, you are beginingless as all happening is from you, you are the source and empty space that all form of being arise from.

Sustainer, Creator, Destroyer. Time cannot touch you, space cannot define you, you dissolve all sense of boundary. Your presence is a primal and singular abyss yet your faces and names are plentiful.

The path to you is everywhere and is contained to nowhere. I give my reverence to you oh hekate, for you are worthy of it all.

I only ask that your torch of knowledge and wisdom illuminates the path I must walk on this earth, that I may be guided with your insight to fulfill the journey to unlocking your mysteries.