I call for thee, Hecate, traveler between worlds, As above, the Cosmos, so below, the Underworld. Let your torch shine bright, Oh Finder of Lost Things! Revealing mysteries of what your guidance brings. No obstacle is too bewildering for one such as thee, Adaptability and self-power are magical, and key. When at the crossroads I stand, searching for the door, Place a key in my hand, that I may doubt no more.
