This poem uses Raven's line, just like the last one did, as the first line in a new poem.
Trailing her midnight cloak behind
an ache for flight she spirals rage,
flays time with scorn though it's blind
trailing her, midnight cloak behind
her now. Caught in the wires, unkind
visions and a drowning madman age
trailing, her midnight cloak – behind
an ache for flight. She spirals. Rage.
By Shell from Forget Me Now