Mistress of the triple ways
to whom the wise devoutly prays,
often armed with sword or key
to drive off ghosts or set them free,
wandering the eerie night
bearing strange aethereal light
cast by your own eternal fire,
backed by hounds and serpents dire,
triformed goddess, we who are lost
amidst dark streets or tempest-tossed
beseech you be our friend and guide
as over paths obscure we ride.
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