Enjoy this reading of the poemHow Quiet Is the Midnight – Lord Soth’s Song by Michael Williams. This poem first appeared in Leaves from the Inn of the Last Home, released in 1987. Buy Leaves from the Inn of the Last Home: https://amzn.to/39TClwb
How Quiet Is the Midnight
Lord Soth’s Song
Set Aside the buried light
Of candle, torch, and rotting wood,
And listen to the turn of night
Caught In your rising blood.
How quiet is the midnight, love,
How warm the winds where ravens fly,
Where all the changing moonlight, love,
Pales in your fading eye.
How loud your heart is calling, love,
How close the darkness at your breast
How hectic are the rivers, love,
Drawn through your dying wrist.
And love, what heat your frail skin hides,
As pure as salt, as sweet as death,
And in the dark, the red moon rides
The foxfire of your breath.
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