I would like to share a poem that really hit home for me, concerning my experience of the Dark Goddess as matron deity and the Dark Goddess within. Blessed Be.
You thought you were calling something beautiful -
A goddess with sex-tossed hair
And skin that glowed like the moon.
But you called in La Loba. You called in Baba Yaga.
You called in Inanna. You called in Hecate. You called in Pele
You called in Kali Ma. You called in the Crone.
You called the Dark Goddess to you.
She is the One that walks with sword and flame.
Her face and hands are stained with blood and dirt.
The earth shakes when she moves. The ocean swells.
You thought she would set you free.
You thought she would give you power.
You thought she would help you find something of yourself you lost.
Perhaps you did not know that first she would turn you to ash.
First, she would have to destroy everything that you are.
And when she arrives, most who called her forth
Will run away in fear.
They will take back their prayers and wish they had never seen her face.
Only a few will stop, turn towards her,
And in that secret place of their heart, whisper,