Hektate

 
Hektate Goddess over magic hear my plea
something is bothering me
I spell on the winds and spin
weaving my words as I go

to catch a spider
venomous little creature
symbolic with an hourglass shape
behold for all women's sake

a metaphor for time
treachery among my own kind
thievery of the soul to snare a man
wickedly she goes

evil manipulations fall from the tongue
pitting one against the other
widow, crone imaginations of taking the throne
delusions of grandeur
sinister telling lets me know
which way the wind blows

with an air of authority, I unwind
I've seen the signs of her among mankind
mortal fools gathering what is sacred
not knowing what they trouble