It was the night before Persephone
was set to return to Hades,
when a terrible storm descended
as she and her mother,
two goddesses in the greenwood,
noticed a gathering of houses
through autumn’s falling leaves.
Places in which they hoped
to seek warmth, food and shelter
for their last night together.
Alone in my cave I hear Persephone scream
as the veil between upper and lower worlds lift.
I alone bear witness to her being dragged down,
deep into the dirt and desolation of Hades,
leaving Demeter to face the empty cradle alone.
A necessary cut; their separation and my return
as a dark feminine nature descends over all.
I alone stand guard over Mother and Maiden,
protecting them in their darkest moments,
all the while crowing as I become Hekatê.
Amongst the roses in flowery field
the ancient goddess Demeter roves,
holding close her golden pentacle.
Mother to all the Earth’s children,
every tree, creek, being and flower.
Sacred divinity with healing hands,
far from thought, devoted to body,
my earthy, pagan queen draws all.
More cultivated than fashionista,
she wears sophisticated clothes,
appreciating all finery and wealth.
A lover of luxury and lavish fare,
artistic with ample creative gifts
yet grounded in every moment.
She who looks before she leaps.
She who holds greatness of soul.