Thursday, February 2, 2012

growing like hairs

I can see through you  
oh Hecate, the darkness goddess
 your howling dogs during darkest of the night
Did I hear it calling ?
A snake-headed creature waiting at the crossroad
Changing forms, sometimes formless
lurking behind this big tree, now
my curiosity grows like hairs
Did you hear the voice I never spoke? 
I fear you only when I fear.

For all those, who never fear the darkness. 

For all those who never fear, the darkness.