Hecate

Drowned bodies on a beach
once white-sanded, but
now death-blackened, lovers’ coral
dream turned nightmare purple;
sun in a darkened sky from
gold to bleak gray like jaundiced
Hecate

She lurks in moonlit shadow
bereft of heartbeat and breath
to engulf and suffocate such as
find happiness on a bed of sand,
her gold-painted façade to
hide the nighttime of an ebony
soul

Leave her to lie in her faded-
stardom boudoir, dressed like
the whore she truly is, not
like Selene whose beauty,
unmarred by time and space
will glory her in crystalline
heavenlies

For Selene blesses but
Hecate yields only afflictions
of mind, her secreting of love
plunged in sinister scars and
maiming the beautiful, supple
flesh into stony, craggy
granite


7/6/06