In shadows deep, where unrequited love does dwell, A heart in sorrow, in a lonely, silent cell. In moonlit nights, beneath the stars’ soft light, A soul laments the loss, the endless fight.

With every tear, a whisper in the dark, A longing for a flame, a single spark. Yet love remains unspoken, dreams confined, A tale of passion lost, hearts unaligned.

But Hecate, in midnight’s gentle glow, Appears with wisdom only she can bestow. With torches high, she lights the winding way, Guiding hearts through night towards a brighter day.

“Oh, child of night, in sorrow’s deep embrace, Fear not the shadows, for they hide my grace. In crossroads dark, where paths diverge and bend, You’ll find the strength to heal, your heart to mend.”

With herbs and spells, her magic pure and wise, She lifts the veil, unveils the hidden skies. In dreams she whispers, secrets softly told, Of love’s resilience, of hearts both brave and bold.

Through ancient woods and fields where shadows play, She leads with care, ensures you do not stray. In rites of healing, candles’ gentle gleam, She casts away the pain, ignites the dream.

No longer bound by unrequited chains, Your heart reclaims its joy, dissolves the pains. For Hecate, with power fierce and kind, Reveals the path where love’s true light can find. In her embrace, the night no longer cold, A new dawn breaks, with stories yet untold. With Hecate’s aid, your spirit rises free, From unrequited love, to purest ecstasy.