Beckoned Call for Mother's Day

I call upon the goddess Hecate. Mother of the Night. Spring forth with your mighty beasts and make these wrongs now right. Move fast now against my enemies that they may be found unaware. Trap them all in what for me was set, their jagged punishing snare. Seal tight their lips to not utter my name, all the ills brought me now theirs the same. Return to sender, their due now render. Fight for me Dark Mother, Hecate. I trust your power knows the way.