One that I cobbled together several years back that I was saying before bedtime:
Goddess of the dark waters
Sterile mother Ama
Goddess of the dark moon whose blackness Sol’s light never assails
See my dark deeds, my fears, and benighted confusion
Aid me in organizing my darkness into that which aids my soul and nourishes humanity.
O thou, South Pole of the World, we thank for thy great service
In putrefying and subliming our evil
Into that which nourishes the eternal splendor of the limitless light.