I've stood at the crossroads
for a thousand years, triple faced, staring
down the choice of roads; a goddess, a witch,
one third a woman, till the times revolved
and made me a ghost.
The curse of a god's eye rests upon me
and the curse of birth sits upon thee.
What once was rare now is common;
what once was common has gone
beyond recall, the library of the ocean
emptied scroll by scroll, the old light lost
and sweetness of air.
I split the directions to give my visions,
six eyes to see forward but none to look back.
What once was rare now is common
the blasphemy of waste, the apostasy of wealth:
the constants which confer the cruelty of power--
and at the last turning, the helplessness of love
consumed in cold fire--
what once was common is only a tale.
But the dead past behind me I cannot see
and so, poor mortals, I give you witchery.
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Iamge: Triple Hecate, 1795, by William Blake public domain via wikimedia commons