Haetessa
HAETESSA’S milk-white hands
Are sleek as mink in cloak of night
Hedge-rider of the borderlands
Where neighbours often come to fight
With herbs and spells she plies her trade
Down ancient paths where travellers stray
Beseeching spirits of the glade
To guide them on their merry way
A midnight sky's infernal ride
For one as she, in His employ
Selene to Pan, a Devil's bride
A woman's soul is sold for joy
© Troy Southgate