"She sprinkled round her evil drugs and poisonous essences, and out of Erebos and Chaos, she called Nox and the Di Nocti... and poured a prayer with long-drawn wailing cries to Hecate...
The woods leapt away, a groan came from the ground, the bushes blanched, the spattered sword was soaked with gouts of blood, stones brayed and bellowed, dogs began to bark, black snakes swarmed on the soil and ghostly shapes of silent spirits floated through the air..."
- Ovid, Metamorphoses 10.403
