Hécate’s Sister

“So shine out fair, O moon! To thee I sing
My soft low song: to thee and Hecate
The dweller in the shades, at whose approach
E’en the dogs quake, as on she moves through blood
And darkness and the barrows of the slain.
All hail, dread Hecate: companion me
Unto the end, and work me witcheries
Potent as Circe or Medea wrought,
Or Perimede of the golden hair!”

Theocritus – Idyll II. The Sorceress

Hécate’s Sister is a slightly modified miniature from Nocturna Models

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