Post #785

I call Einodian Hecate, lovely dame, of earthly, wat’ry, and celestial frame, Sepulchral, in a saffron veil array’d, leas’d with dark ghosts that wander thro’ the shade; Persian, unconquerable huntress hail! The world’s key-bearer never doom’d to fail On the rough rock to wander thee delights, leader and nurse be present to our rites Propitious grant our just desires success, accept our homage, and the incense bless.