Goddess of the Dark

This is the day Hecate has called me

The Goddess of Necromancy wants to work with me. 

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I direct the storm and have left Dahlia's battlegrounds,

I am all secluded, now, 

And unsure of where this trail will lead me,

But my intuition tells me I need not worry.

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Dahlia wants a second chance,

Her voice calls me distantly, 

But she will never give the truth, 

I decide that the eye will shine that view. 

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I tread behind this powerful woman,

One that signals the pouring rain,

And helps me see the light through the black clouds,

Dahlia does not make the rules, now. 

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The darkness invites me over,

It tells me that to become enlightened 

You must know the insidious,

And that not everything is precious. 

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These violets sway readily,

Knowing that the change is steady.

I hear the moon and hold her healing stone,

She is my creator whom I worship alone. 

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The three headed Goddess,

One that stares so sly: 

Persephone's heroine hears my cry,

And I let her save my soul by following her eye. 

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I am her Persephone departing this corrupted land,

I am no longer my mother's lamb!

I let this darkness consume my decaying lust,

And forfeit as my mother wounds my trust. 

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I walk freely and cannot sight the Valley's Streets,

That stage is over for me,

This tall, magnificent Goddess leads me away,

And shows me a new way. 

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This Dark Goddess,

One where the behind the scenes dies, 

Persephone's rescuer has heard my cry,

And I let her save my soul by following her eye. 

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Now, it's just Hecate and me,

The little island remains empty.

There is no banshee that spies along the dam, 

The river's rip current wrecks Dahlia's land.