Dark Mother

Hecate’s jewel hangs high in the evening sky,
Floating in its black, inky lake of diamonds.
Her perfume drifts along shadowy corridors,
An amalgam of nocturnal flora.
Japanese wisteria and night blooming jasmine,
Cling and creep along stone facades.
My beating heart dances to her music,
The fluttering wings of bats,
The haunting hoots of the ever watchful owl.
Her energy surges through my veins,
Waxing and waning, just as the tides ebb and flow.