BLACK MOON ESBAT

The blackness was palpable, cloying like funerary cerements as I followed the deer path more by instinct than sight. I smiled to myself, pondering how the imagination of the non-nocturnal urbanites could ever come close to realizing just how much light the eyes are capable of collecting from the stars alone.
A few yards to my right something was pacing me. Quiet, but not quite quiet enough.
And it had size.
A coyote, perhaps a wolf, or maybe one of the black bears that have been sighted along Dry Creek of late. But, Black Bears tend to be less stealthy than this creature was.
The night belonged to Goddess Hekate, guardian of crossroads and cemeteries, protectress of the dead, Queen of Wytches.
My Queen.
My skin prickled in anticipation of our union.
A little below me, and off to the left, I could hear the living water lasciviously licking the large rocks and boulders that stud the belly of the bed it follows. Ancient monoliths they are, stretching for the constellations whilst they mutely mark the passage of Sacred Eon, as they have done for centuries.
My soul began to tremble as I listened for the call of that piece of ground that yearned to become sacred space, to witness the union of the Dark Mother and Her son. It's not a sound you know. It's more of a tingle, like that of a mild electrical charge. The call is a magnet, and I the iron filings.
I paused on my trek, hearing the whispers of my own breath as I scanned the heavens for Sagittarius flinging His arrows into the galaxy.
My stalker paused too,
it's creature curiosity even more piqued.
Having sent greetings to my birth patron my eyes sought the moon. If you wish to see the black moon look for black on black, you will find Her. She's darker than the rest of the nocturnal canopy, a swirling vortex of darkness, an abyss in which you see your true self, warts, lesions and all.
I resumed my journey.
As did my companion.
Vibrations thrilled my flesh as my feet splashed the shoreline. My destination was near.