Darkness Falls

Darkness Falls

by TB Kelley

Darkness falls upon my face

I feel the grace of the Dark One

She is there, she is upon me

guiding me with her magick rite

for to Her I praise the night!

Blessings and Boons she bestows upon me

learning her dark ways, she enables me

She gives me strength, and gives me might

for through her darkness I see the light.


TB Kelley is a follower of the Old Ways, worshiping the Earth and all her creations. Hecate is her Matron Goddess. She enjoys writing Poetry, Rituals & Spells. She is a Mother of 3 children and 3 fur children. Knowledge is her passion.

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