Hecate

You are not my idol. 
Yet, history changes.
For that, all is uncertain.
You, with your torch
Ward off evil, and bring contentment to the land.
Yet, it has been turned inward
And now you are an idol of witchcraft and necromancy.

Thus, Maria, you stand proud in New York's Harbor.
Once you were---a long time ago---given to our States
To represent the Heathen Goddess.
By a Freemason who built the statue
To represent American fortune, bliss and everyday life.

The world changes, though, 
And if you are not Hecate,
My beloved Maria, then thou be
The Virgin blest;
Let Hecate vanish into the winds.