“Three times she raised her arms to stars and sky, And three times wheeled about and three times splashed Her hair with moonlit water from a brook Three times she screamed, then fell upon her knees To pray:
‘O night, night, night! Whose darkness holds All mysteries in shade, O flame-lit stars, Whose golden rays with Selene floating near Are like the fires of day - and you, O Hekate Who know untold desires that work our will And art the mistress of our secret spells.”
— Medea in Ovid’s Metamorphoses
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‘O night, night, night! Whose darkness holds All mysteries in shade, O flame-lit stars, Whose golden rays with Selene floating near Are like the fires of day - and you, O Hekate Who know untold desires that work our will And art the mistress of our secret spells.”
— Medea in Ovid’s Metamorphoses
Abn Iiblis
Ψ الْأَبْوَاب الجهنمية Ψ
abn.iiblis@gmail.com
WhatsApp: 666
Copyrights: Ψ Infernal Doors Ψ © 2 by Abn Iiblis licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 4.0
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