Under the moon’s ethereal glow, Hecate, the goddess, begins her show. With a whisper of wind and a cloak of night, She dances in shadows, unseen by light.

Mystic and ancient, her power ignites, Guiding lost souls through the darkest of nights. With keys in hand, she unlocks the gates, To realms unseen, where destiny waits.

Her torches ablaze, casting flickering beams, She wanders through dreams and midnight schemes. In crossroads she dwells, where choices are made, A guardian of secrets, in twilight’s parade.

The owls and wolves her companions so dear, Their calls in the night, enchanting to hear. She stirs the cauldron with wisdom and might, Brewing potions of mystery under starlight.

Her presence is felt in the rustling leaves, In whispers of winds and the sighs of the trees. She weaves through the night with grace and delight, A spectral enigma in the still of the night.

So, heed the call of Hecate’s embrace, For in the darkness, her power you’ll trace. With reverence and awe, honor her plight, The queen of the shadows, the mistress of night. 🌙✨