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The Crossroads Weaver (A Hymn to Hekate)

Dedicated to Hekate, keeper of the crossroads and guardian of hidden paths. At the edge of the crossroads, where memory and shadow intertwine, a weaver hums a song of sorrow and transformation. The Crossroads Weaver is a dark folk ballad about threads of fate, forgotten gods, and the quiet power of reinvention. Lyrics / Songwriting: Own work [Verse 1] Down at the crossroads where the night sighs, I saw her weaving shadows under ink-black skies. Silver threads, moon-bled and bone, She hums a tune that chills the marrow to the stone. Roll me a story. Weave me a seed life. Tell me the reason the ravens ‘em don't fly down by the fields where memories last in the silence of the forgotten past. [Verse 2] Her fingers, like serpents, curl and twist, Spinning tomorrow from yesterday’s mist. Each thread a curse, each knot a plea, To Gods who forgot us by the sycamore tree. Draw me a story, weave me a lie. Tell me the reason the ravens don't fly down by the fields where memories last in the silence of the forgotten past. [Bridge] She lifts her gaze, eyes glinting like coal, Says, “Child, your sorrow is carved in your soul. Let me take it, let me fold it anew, Something shadowed, something true.” So she drew me a story. She wove me a dream. Taught me the crossroads are never what they seem. The ravens rise, the waters gleam, Ancient skies whisper through the stream. [Verse 3 / Outro] Now I stand at the field's edge alone, Weaving dark oaths from the seeds she has sown. Silver and shadow, hope dipped in this scare, For the lost souls who wander and find me there. Music, Vocals & Visuals: AI-assisted #Hekate #DarkFolk #RitualMusic #Crossroads #CinematicMusic