It was a dark
and stormy night.
Fit for spiritual torment
My soul ravaged, lost, alone
Like St. John of that Crossroads
"...In secret, when none saw me,
Nor I beheld aught,
Without light or guide,
Save that which burned in my heart"
Transformation desperate, needed
Sense of self...disintegrates
Into this dark night...
This writing is posted as a response to Jenny Matlock's prompted, weekly creative writing meme, Saturday Centus.