In the depth a light will grow, A silver shine no shadows know, Like wings unfolding in the sky, That circle 'round a gleaming eye, Turning darkness all away, Even depths will know their day, For every shadow has its end, In light! Life will return again!
[Life] [Darkness] [Magic] [Light] [Eye] [Wings] [Robert Fanney] [Luthiel]
Death doesn't exist. It never did, it never will. But we've drawn so many pictures of it, so many years, trying to pin it down, comprehend it, we've got to thinking of it as an entity, strangely alive and greedy. All it is, however, is a stopped watch, a loss, an end, a darkness. Nothing.
[Life] [Death] [Ray Bradbury] [Darkness] [Alive] [Bradbury] [Something Wicked This Way Comes]
Even as a child, she had preferred night to day, had enjoyed sitting out in the yard after sunset, under the star-speckled sky listening to frogs and crickets. Darkness soothed. It softened the sharp edges of the world, toned down the too-harsh colors. With the coming of twilight, the sky seemed to recede; the universe expanded. The night was bigger than the day, and in its realm, life seemed to have more possibilities.
[Darkness] [Dean Koontz] [Stars] [Midnight] [Possibilities] [Koontz]
One hand was behind his back, and he held it out, presenting a bouquet of white and smoky purple lilies. They?re straight from the underworld, by the way. They are everlasting. They won?t die.
[Life] [Love] [Death] [Paranormal] [Self] [Passion] [Darkness] [Emotional] [Lust] [Envy] [Paranormal Romance] [Flowers] [Dark] [Dying] [Dark Humor] [Supernatural] [Jess C. Scott] [Gothic] [Urban Fantasy] [Dark Lover] [Emotional Plague] [Dark Divine] [Paranormal Fiction] [Gothic Romance] [Emotionally Scared] [Supernaturalism] [Succubus] [Gothic Fiction] [Lilies] [Truth Beauty] [Truth Love Hope]
This is not written for the young or the light of heart, not for the tranquil species of men whose souls are content with the simple pleasures of family, church, or profession. Rather, I write to those beings like myself whose existence is compounded by a lurid intermingling of the dark and the light; who can judge rationally and think with reason, yet who feel too keenly and churn with too great a passion; who have an incessant longing for happiness and yet are shadowed by a deep and persistent melancholy?those who grasp gratification where they may, but find no lasting comfort for the soul.
[Darkness] [Vampire] [Gothic] [Gothic Fiction] [B.E. Scully]