Deeply Into the Night

The ugly, wretched crone
Stands alone in
open meadow
Dark Sky
Thunder and Lightning
surround her
There is no light
Tears ooze from
every pore of her body.
Rain pours down in
torrents
Her clothing – ragged
Her feet – frozen
in position
She cannot move.
She looks deeply
into the night
It has always been
with her
But she has never
Taken it up
so directly.

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