"set aside the buried light of candle, torch and rottng 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" -Micheal Williams
I found this poem in one of the "Dragonlance" books and can't remember the title of the poem, but I really liked it and thought I would share. Hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I did the first time I read it. <regretfulhalo>
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