You came barren with your sisters from the sea,
hair to your breasts in braided ropes and dripping brine.
Emerald eyes of flickering torchlight shine
set in your radiant face of dusk lit gloom.
In a single voice your triplet message sang,
Give us children, and we will give you songs.
So there in seafoam and flotsam we made you three,
and now my hungry soul cries out to thee.
With love, these songs for you, and yours for me,
Hecate.
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