Angel-of-darkness - Dark Night

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 Sources:

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

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