such a funny little word
to compare two things
Hecate, your will
You, three as one, cast your spell
Fate lies in your hands
She's often absent,
yet she is with me today;
the muse in my soul.
Hung around Death's neck
the collective ankh of our lives.
Smiling, she greets us.
Glass bottle rockets
fly through the incandescent
scrim of the night sky
