#37crossroads

13 miles, 37 crossroads with dirt, 6 candles at twilight,

Hekate, please... my heart is roaring like ocean waves,

The mist is thick and the walk was long,

Let me hear you again.

Even if it’s just a whisper in the wind or the

Sound of keys turning in the dark,

I’ve forced the monsters into submission,

But now I need the silence to be filled with your

Torchlight.

I have tracked the patterns and paced the miles;

I am here, present in the dirt and the flame,

LIstening for the frequency of True Home.

But let the roar of the waves meet the steady

Flame of the torches.

I am standing at the threshold,

Ready to see beyond the veil.

Grant peace to all who hold Nyx close tonight,

Let this ritual find peace in the echoes you find