Threeway

No longer Maiden, Artemis flies
Selene, soon to be
The Mother
Heralding with time and tide
Hecate, Wise.

No more can I stop your changing face
Than reverse the past
I live my life
Accept the price
With peace and grace

Yet courage from my Lady shines
Stillfire gleam
Heart deep and haunting
To take the step
Her will not mine

Yet time revolves, a handwheel spin
Across the heavens
Hecate lowers to her pyre
But from Her ashes springs anew
The Maiden yet again.