Title: How Quiet is the Midnight (The Song of the Undead)
Category: disappointed
Blog Entry: How Quiet is the Midnight (Song of the Undead) Set aside the buried light [br] Of candle, torch, and rotting wood, [br] And listen to the turn of night [br] Caught in your rising blood. [br] How quiet is the midnight, love, [br] How warm the winds where the ravens fly, [br] Where all the changing moonlight, love, [br] Pales in your fading eye. [br] How loud your heart is calling, love, [br] How close the darkness at your breast, [br] How hectic are the rivers, love, [br] Drawn through your dying wrist. [br] And love, what heat your frail skin hides, [br] As pure as salt, as sweet as death, [br] And in the dark the red moon rides [br] The foxfire of your breath. [br] [br]
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