Liber Vel Hecate
Hail Luna, as you rise, IxChel,
Kia, Lady pale,
Queen of dreams, Cast your spell,
Of triple veil
Ar-iadne, Ar-ianhrod, Ar-achne Moerae,
Hail Hecate
Of faces three,
Shining from afar,
Spider of Destiny
In your web of Silver Stars
WAXING MOON:
Hail Diana, Huntress,
As you draw your silver bow,
Hail Artemis and Io,
Oh Horned waxing luminous present glow
Nu and numinous maiden crescent shewn
Hail Clotho, Spinner of life's thread
Drawn forth from Nix Night
Turning Fate's first strands
With nimble hands
Twining twixt the dark and bright
FULL MOON:
Hail MoonMother,
Full and fecund, round and bright,
Isis, We draw you down from the night,
With your cauldron-womb of luminous white
Hail Lachesis, Weaver, Craft your web
Weave the lines between the times
Of wax and wane; And tides
Of flow and ebb
Gossamer silver cords
Of dreaming draw together
In your matrix matted of matter and ether
DreamMother, give Birth
As your light shines down to Earth
WANING MOON:
Hail, Grandmother Spider,
Crone and crow,
Wisewoman, elder, seer,
Help us face, and destroy
Our fear
Hail Hecate of the Crossroads,
Oh old and ominous presence glowing
Your waning numinous crescent going
Hail Atropos, Cutter,
With your waning silver scythe,
You cut
the thread of Life.
DARK MOON:
There is a fourth face, though unseen
There is a fourth path, whom few know
A fourth Fate, who awaits
In shadow
Hail Kali, Blackness,
>From whom the kalas of Time emiT
Three Norns converged,
Past, present, future merged,
On the path of Blood beyond the Wheel we surge and scry
To Caer Arianhrod, Castle in the Sky
Hail Nought, Not, Nuit, Maat,
Yours the dark and secret art
While crone's scythe cuts breath and with death
The thread of life appears to dwindle
>From No-thing you craft another mask
And re-splice it back, on another track
To Clotho's spindle
