"It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents-except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness." Sir Edward George Earle Bulwer-Lytton's novel Paul Clifford (1830).
This short poem is inspired by the novel 'Paul Clifford'. And the poem 'Behind the Night' by Gokusaishiki ( 2015).
On a dark stormy night,
Clouds were smiling,
By the thunderlight,
The sleep became even sweet,
Knocking the clouds,
As owls as wolves,
Fighting for meat,
In the mouth dripping rain.
Sleep took the bread,
As the moon was hidden,
Dark behind the night,
A maiden couldn't see,
A king was on her mind,
Waking up to finding no meat,
But claws prints and bones.
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