When Hekate walks the land , The dogs and Jackals howl , Witches bark and cry , Offering up our own blood and hearts . Her horde knocks on all the doors , And sometimes they leave after taking their fill . But this time they remain . They cling to the beads and the wooden frames Whispering the things you do not want to hear . Death is coming . The myrtle eaters have left their tears for you to sip . And when you take a drink You see the threads that have been weaved By the Three . … The Crow comes down in the field , And lands at your feet , Gifting you a feather , That tells of loss and sorrow … It is hard to accept what you see in the world ’ s that they create , They are illusions , lies … You fight it like a fly fights a spider But it is Deipnon , She comes with Her knife And cuts the thread .
-For Jesse , who died on Deipnon , 17 May 2015 , a loyal , brave hound and beautiful friend .