Sticks and stones, flesh and bones,
I walk alone so far from home.
to find my own…
Initiation.
Emancipation.
A new creation for my appreciation.
I know, in the shadow,
As above, so below.
The lady, she waits for me.
Underneath the Hawthorne tree.
At the crossroads, in the shadow of death’s abode.
Only she knows,
Which way to go.
She waits for me underneath the Hawthorne tree.
She holds the three, serpent, torch and key for she is the mistress of Mercury.
She is the sister of victory.
Keeper of Luna and Saturn’s mysteries.
Through her is set my spirit free. Forever I will follow she. Maiden, mother, and crone to me weaver of my destiny. Come nigh spirit of Hecate, so mote it be.