Invocation of Hekate Composed by Aleister Crowley 

Your ankle is wolf-shaped,
and savage dogs are friendly to you,
Wherefore they call you Hekate,
Cleaving the air like arrow-shooting Artemis,
O Goddess of Four faces, Four names, Four ways

O triple form of darkness! Sombre Sp0lendour!
Thou Moon unseen of men! Thou Huntress dread!
Thou crowned demoness of the crownless dead!
O breasts of blood, too bitter and too tender!
Unseen of gentle spring,
Let me the offering
Bring to Thy shrine's sepulchral glittering!
I slay the swart beats! I bestow the bloom
Sown in the dusk, and gathered in the gloom
Under the waning Moon,
Atmidnight hardly lighting the East;
And the black lamb from the black ewe's dead womb
I bring and stir the slow infernal tune
Fit for Thy chosen priest.

Here where the band of Ocean breaks the road
Black-trodden, deeply-stooped, to the abyss,
I shall salute Thee with the namelesskiss
Pronounced toward the uttermost abode
Of Thy supreme desire. I shall illume the fire
Whence Thy wild stryges shall obey the lyre,
Whence Thy Lemurs shall gather and spring round,
Girdling me in the sad funeral ground
With faces turned back,
My face averted! I shall consummate
The awful act of worship, O renowned,
Fear upon Earth, fear in hell, and black
Fear in the sky beyond fate!

I hear the whining of the wolves!
I hear the howwling of the wolves about Thy Form,
Who comest in the terror of Thy storm,
And night falls faster,
Eere Thine eyes appear
Glittering through the mist.
O face of Woman unkissed
Save by the dead whose love is taken ere Thy wist!
Thee, Thee I call! O dire One! O Divine!
I, the sole mortal, seek Thy deadly shrine,
Pour th dark stream of blood,
A sleepy and reluctant river.
Even as Thou drawest, with Thy eyes on mine,
To me across the sense-bewildering flood
That holds my soul forever!

Blessed be.

In the service of Hekate,