Hecate, My Divine

I'm seeking your galvanic guidance, Hecate

Planetary alignments come and cower as you

Count their curses... one... two... thrice is

The omen 🖤

Here I stand on salted ground, earth as the

Antithetical lush of green envy

To your incursive blood-red bedizened orb

In a sky starved of stars 💫

I wax and wane in wan hope, wan stall

My lunation stutt-tt-tt-ers

To have or to hold, wolfskin helpmeet? 🐺

Love may never elope on my carnelian cards

So, Soteira, bless me with your strength

Imbued with cursed confidence 🩸

As an ascending anathema to the societal

E-x-p-e-c-t-a-t-i-o-n 👁

Coupledom countered with psychopomp

And self-assured supermoon pep providence

| To | Simply | Exist | 💀

In this fucked up wergild world of ours

Charmed are YOU

An onlooker, caste in firebrand liminality

Never embroiled, nor embattled 🔥

You pull Zodiac strings like a Zarathustra

Strumming twelve horoscopic heads

With eucharistic ease

Christ, where is he? Fabled and fawned! ⛪️

Yet you are real, thus my exhortation

Fall on Hecate's sixth sensing

Six ears.

(c) Edward Swafford 2025

*Soteira - "The Savior," one of Hecate's many titles in Ancient Greek mythology.

**Title image by Claire B Xia from Pexels.