(Dark mother)-Hakate-A poem dedicated to her
October 23 2009 by Rebecca M. Lee

She is gracefull she walks through the light of the moon
she chants out the spell of the wiccan rune .

She is alone and sad, she walks through the graveyard
she looks for her lover that she never had. It is awefull too such a heart as
Hakate being thrown into the fire
she crys out another spell for her true loves disire.
She morns through the Cemetry at night while she feels
the wind blowing on her skin , her poor tourched soul is wanting her love of
darkness from her only sin.

She is mortal she hides in the tombs but never knows that she had died that is
why her tears are falling from her face because her love had been lost in the
dark of the moon.
She awaits for his soul too become her lover again
but it doesnot come so soon.

She is gracefull as her beauty setts her lips trough a vail ,
her eyes are growing faster and yet soo pail. Her lips are as
black as the velvett's night shadows through the tree's ,
another moon is sacred apon the lights of thee .
No more she crys she said , she rides away on her broomstick and
puts it all behind there she leaves a letter in the cemetry for her
Vampire lover too find.