Hecate

At midnight,
when everything is vast asleep,
shadows and creatures lurk about,
hidden crossroads appear,
out of thin air.
Underneath the pale moonlight,
no human dares venture 
into the shadow filled woods.
Where a goddess disguised
as a witch brews up a spell. 
A small polecat brushes up against her leg,
not bothered by the sleeping beasts,
The goddess’s hounds slumber,
snuggling close to the warm hearth. 
Snakes coil themselves around her arms,
showing their affection to the goddess of witchcraft.
In the small little cottage, 
the goddess resides in, 
during her time in the upperworld. 
Many believe the goddess to be evil, 
as revengful as she can be,
she cares for those who are lost.