It is no night to drown in,
Slowly, silently, now the moon,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Earth raised up her head,
Is left to muse upon the solemn scene.
Each raucous minute and gilded moment,
Echoed by thunder,
The pain leaks into the night as my mind starts to die.
Line 1: Sylvia Plath - Lorelei
Line 2 - Walter de la Mare - Silver
Line 3 - Edgar Allan Poe - Dream-land
Line 4 - William Blake - Earth's Answer
Line 5 - William Wordsworth - A Night Piece
Line 6 - http://www.protagonize.com/poem/good-bye-1
Line 7 -http://www.protagonize.com/story/extinguishing-flames-of-the-world
Line 8 -http://www.protagonize.com/poem/lost-14