Hecate Moon

Air of the north,
Fire of the east,
Water of the west,
And earth from beneath.

Born a babe,
On samhain eve,
Born a babe,
On a doorstep we leave.

Born a babe,
Of elements true,
Born a babe,
For me and for you.

Crowded round,
The quilt which she's clad,
Are angels of good,
And demons of bad.

Half of her darkness,
And half of her light,
She begins and she ends,
The fight.

All but loved,
And all but cared,
The darkness took over,
With darkness she shared.

Secrets of mothers,
And daughters alike,
Passed down through the ages,
Through witches of white.

The secrets she gave,
Are all that he needs,
He dropped her and left her,
To pay for her deeds.

He thought she was simple,
A child with all sins,
Little did he know,
What she would begin.

Madness crept in,
As sanity crept out,
She was cursed forever,
Her face set with a pout.