The Sorceress and Hekate

By Hekate’s Crossroads, the obsidian-robed Sorceress offered honey to the Goddess.

Hekate, who glimmered in spirit, brought with her a crowned calf.

The Goddess celebrated in prophecy:

“O, shrouded divinity! Can you not see your destiny? We are sisters, you and I.”

Between the basil and thyme, flowers mourned the passing of light as she continued,

“The way to knowing is to understand the past. This is the Path of The Nornir.”

But the Sorceress turned away to ignore Hekate’s words.

Guided by the light of the Pink Moon, 

the Sorceress walked into the Land of Nod until the next New Moon.

By Hekate’s crossroads, the obsidian-robed Sorceress lit three red candles for the Goddess.

Hekate, manifested in body, brought with her a crimson serpent.

The Goddess bolstered in prophecy:

“O, shrouded divinity! I ask you again, can you not see your destiny? We are sisters, you and I.”

Between the berries and wine, the Holy Sun had cleansed the earth as she continued,

“The way to becoming is to embody the present. This is the Path of The Nornir.”

But again, the Sorceress turned away to ignore Hekate’s words.

Guided by the light of the Hot Moon,

the Sorceress walked into the Land of Nod until the next Full Moon.

By Hekate’s crossroads, the obsidian-robed Sorceress offered roses to the Goddess.

Hekate, flickering in nocturne, whistled for her baying hounds.

The Goddess grew tired, and lamented in prophecy:

“O, shrouded divinity! Sorrow is what you offer to me at these crossroads. 

You refuse to accept your destiny.”

Between the rock and vine, Fall’s twilight left the Goddess melancholy.

Still, she continued,

“The way to seeing is to embrace the future. This is the Path of The Nornir.”

The Sorceress, once again, ignored the words of the Goddess.

Guided by the light of the Harvest Moon, 

she walked into the Land of Nod until the next Waning Moon.

By Hekate’s Crossroads, the obsidian-robed Sorceress returned to approach Hekate

with offerings of ash and Black Salt.

Though, instead of the Goddess, a mirror stood her place.

Hekate’s voice called from the mirror:

“O, divinity posing as the evasive mage! 

You would not hear my words, nor receive the Path of the Nornir. 

Now, I must show you, and speak no more.”

Among the holly and pine, the Sorceress admired herself in the eyes of her reflection. 

She unveiled, and called down her divinity from the light with authority.

Under a Cold Moon, she clutched the past, present, and future, and held their elements.

Then, eternally knowing, she became the Fourth Norn, the Goddess of The Wheel,

the Goddess of the Flow of Time.

The former evader honored her godliness, and remained there until the next New Moon.