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Enjoy this reading of the poem How 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.

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How Quiet Is the MidnightLord Soth's Song

Set Aside the buried lightOf candle, torch, and rotting wood,And listen to the turn of nightCaught 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 breastHow 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 ridesThe foxfire of your breath.