Greek and Roman Goddess of the Moon and the Underworld
Goddess of the crossroads Goddess
Dweller in the deep places of the earth and mind,
Traveler in the land between worlds! Torch-bearer!
Protectress of the very old and very young;
Protectress of those used and abused; Healer of those who
are torn apart;
She will be there for us when we call on her and at the
Grandmother to lost children and
Nurse to the suckling infant, Comfort to the lone man or
woman in the darkest night.
She who seeks vengeance for her children who are wronged!
Wanderer and prowler! Sorceress who lives at the edge of
Drawer-up of the secret compost from the unused internal
She who has no relatives on the earth save for her
children. Without Mother or Sister.
Lady on the brink, both bi-polar
They call her mad, and it is she who terrifies the
disbeliever and the unworthy!
Bringer of nightmares! But she it is who soothes the
sleepless and disheveled spirit.
Mother of night! Dark Power of the moon!
Keeper of the shadow! Walker of the endless highways!
She unites those who follow her as her children; the
Bearer of the sacred poppy.
Keeper of the hounds of Hel and the three headed dog
She walks abroad in the hour of the wolf and under the
Hear my call O Lady and cover us with your starry cloak.
Let the unborn moon seed in my heart this night.
And let her growing light shine upon our intention;
That she be at our full deliverance,
So Mote it Be!