Lupercalia

The witches and the wolves howl to the moon
To purge and purify Palatine beasts
Basking in a banter of favor’s boon
Indulging in a mid-winter love feast

A Valentine treat used to taste different
They used to hit you in a distinct way
The men used to run wild and rampant
Not behind suits and ties you see today

The Hallmark reds may be reminiscent
To toasts of blood and finding one true soul
To a time when they hunted for your scent
The wolves would completely lose self-control

Lupercalia, we love such a lust
Aphrodisiacs and sweet nothings hushed

Charge of the Dark Goddess

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By howl of the hound
Her words I hear
Crossroad bound
Her shadow feared
By croak of the crow
Her crops are sown
By ash and bone
And all below
Her bane is shown
I am never alone

Through her now
I am the Seer

Her rite enow
By each name, I am her

I am Hecate
Traveler of realms
Lady of the ways
Crossed with yew & elm

I am Isis
She of the crown
Just and pious
I am renown

I am Diana
Ruler of the round
Belladonna
Mystic of the mound

I am Cerridwen
Darkness of the dawn
Countess of the cauldron
Mistress of poison

I am Nyx
The woven night sky
Of rune and relics
Where witches fly

I am Lilith
The heat in your blood
Since Neolith
I bring the flood

I am Kali
The swan song
I embody
I am strong

Women of war
Women of woe
Women of pure
Women of pro

Invocation of Night

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Hail Hecate
Rival of day
Daughter of Darkness
Dawn of Decay

I invoke thee

Hail Nyx, Mother of Night
Holy relic, Martyr of Light
Weaver of Wise
Web of Wonder

I invoke thee

Hail Erebus, King of Stars
Wise warrior, Ancient of Alar
God of the Galaxies
Guardian of the Gardens

I invoke thee

Hooved jove
Satyr of the Sun
Horned Hero
Plunge these sacred groves

Blessed is thee
You are the life
In every thorn, bush and tree
Lost lover of the Lady Night

Embrace Her darkness once again
And may Your light warm Her soul
Gallop free along the mighty glen
Harvest the land and reap what ye sow

I ask ye, Hecate, Nyx, Erebus
Lend me power of the land
Through conscious and unconscious
Though keep balance at hand

Give me strength and power
At this magickal hour
Help me survive the darkness to come
Let me hear the beat of your drum

I consent as consort of the great Hecate
In your honor, I praise and pray
Rise and rule the physical realm
Take form, fulfil; upheave and whelm

Bring back magick to our land
Hail Hecate, together we stand