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By the Light of the Moon Cold Fire Dark Rivers of The Heart Darkfall Darkness Comes Demon Seed Dragon Tears False Memory Fear Nothing Hideaway Intensity Midnight Mr. Murder Odd Thomas One Door Away From Heaven Shadowfires Sole Survivor Strangers The Bad Place The Mask The Servants of Twilight Twilight Eyes Ticktock Winter Moon
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By the Light Of the Moon Fire, Dean Koontz Now take my hand and hold it tight. I will not fail you here tonight, For failing you, I fail myself And place my soul upon a shelf In Hell's library without light. I will not fail you here tonight. back to the top --- Cold Fire, Dean Koontz In the real world as in dreams, nothing is quite what it seems. --- Life without meaning cannot be borne. We find a mission to which we're sworn - or answer the call of Death's dark horn. Without a gleaning of purpose in life, we have no vision, we live in strife, - or let blood fall on a suicide knife. --- Nowhere can a secret keep always secret, dark and deep, half so well as in the past, buried deep to last, to last. Keep it in your own dark heart, otherwise the rumors start. After many years have buried secrets over which you worried, no confidant can then detray all the words you didn't say. Only you can then exhume secrets safe within the tomb of memory, of memory, within the tomb of memory. --- In the real world as in dreams, nothing is quite what it seems. --- Vibrations in a wire. Ice crystals in a beating heart. Cold fire. A mind's frigidity: frozen steel, dark rage, morbidity. Cold fire. Defense against a cruel life death and strife: Cold fire. back to the top --- Dragon Tears, Dean Koontz Rush headlong and hard at life Or just sit at home and wait. All things good and all the wrong will come right to you: it's fate. Hear the music, dance if you can. Dress in rags or wear your jewels. Drink your choice, nurse your fear In this old honkytonk of fools. --- Living in the modern age, death for virtue is the wage. So it seems in darker hours. Evil wins, kindness cowers. Ruled by violence and vice We all stand upon thin ice. Are we brave or are we mice, here upon such thin, thin ice? Dare we linger, dare we skate? Dare we laugh or celebrate, knowing we may strain the ice? Preserve the ice at any price? --- Faraway in China, the people sometimes say, life is often bitter and all too seldom gay. Bitter as dragon tears, great cascades of sorrows flood down all the years, drowning our tomorrows. Faraway in China, the people also say, life is sometimes joyous if all too often gray, Although life is seasoned with bitter dragon tears, seasoning is just a spice within our brew Of years. Bad times are only rice, tears are one more flavour, that gives us sustenance, something we can savor. --- Those who would banish the sin of greed embrace the sin of envy as their creed. Those who seek to banish envy as well, only draw elaborate new maps of hell. Those with passion to change the world, look of themselves as saints, as pearls, and by the launching of noble endeavor, flee dreaded introspection forever. back to the top --- False Memory, Dean Koontz Whiskers of the cat, webbed toes on my swimming dog; God is in details. --- In the real world as in dreams, nothing is quite what it seems. back to the top --- Fear Nothing, Dean Koontz We have a weight to carry and a distance we must go. We have a weight to carry, a distination we can't know. We have a weight to carry and can put it down nowhere. We are the weight to carry from there to here to there. back to the top --- Hideaway, Dean Koontz In the fields of life, a harvest sometimes comes far out of season, when we thought the earth was old and could see no earthly reason to rise for work at break of dawn, and put our muscles to the test. With winter here and autumn gone, it just seems best to rest, to rest. But under winter fields so cold, wait the dormant seeds of seasons unborn, and so the heart does hold hope that heals all bitter lesions. In the fields of life, a harvest. --- Life is a gift that must be given back and joy should arise from its possession. It's too damned short, and that's a fact. Hard to accept, this earthly procession to final darkness is a journey done, circle completed, work of art sublime, a sweet melodic rhyme, a battle won. --- Death is no fearsome mystery. He is well known to thee and me. He had no secrets he can keep to trouble any good man's sleep. Turn not thy face from Death away. Care not he takes our breath away. Fear him not, he's not thy master, rushing at thee faster, faster. Not thy master but servant to the Maker of thee, what or Who created Death, created thee --and is the only mystery. back to the top --- The Mask, Dean Koontz Evil is no faceless stranger, living in a distant neighborhood. Evil has a wholesome, hometown face, with merry eyes and an open smile. Evil walks among us, wearing a mask which looks like all our faces. back to the top --- Winter Moon, Dean Koontz Beaches, surfers, California girls. Wind scented with fabulous dreams. Bougainvillea, groves of oranges. Stars are born, everything gleams. A weather change. Shadows fall. New scent upon the wind - decay. Cocaine, Uzis, drive-by shootings. Death is a banker. Everyone pays. --- Under the winter moon's pale light, across the cold and starry night, from snowy mountains soaring high to ocean shores echoes the cry. From barren sands to verdant fields, from city streets to lonely wealds, cries the tortured human heart, seeking solace, wisdom, a chart by which to understand its plight under the winter moon's pale light. Dawn is unable to fade the night. Must we live 'ever in the blight under the winter moon's cold light, lost in loneliness, hate, and fright, last night, tonight, tomorrow night under the winter moon's bleak light? back to the top --- Mr. Murder, Dean Koontz Winter that year was strange and gray. The damp wind smelled of Apocalypse, and morning skies had a peculiar way of slipping cat-quick into the night. --- At the point where hope and reason part, lies the spot where madness gets a start. Hope to make world kinder and free - but flowers af hope root in reality. No peaceful bed exists for lamb and lion, unless on some world out beyond Orion. Do not instruct the owls to spare the mice. Owls acting as owls must is not vice. Storms do not respond to heartfelt pleas. All the words of men can't calm the seas. Nature - always beneficent and cruel - won't change for wise man or fool. Mankind shares all Nature's imperfections, clearly visible to casual inspections. Resisting betterment is the human trait. The ideal of utopia is our tragic fate. --- Those who would banish the sin of greed embrace the sin of envy as their creed. Those who seek to banish envy as well, only draw elaborate new maps of hell. Those with passion to change the world, look on themselves as saints, as pearls, and by the launching of noble endeavor, flee dreaded introspection forever. back to the top --- Dark Rivers of the Heart, Dean Koontz All of us are travelers lost, our tickets arranged at a cost unknown but beyond our means. This odd itinerary of scenes - enigmatic, strange, unreal - leaves us unsure how to feel. No postmortem journey is rife with more mystery than life. --- Tremulous skeins of destiny flutter so ethereally around me - but then I feel its embrace is that of steel. --- On the road that I taken, one day, walking, I awaken, amazed to see where I have come, where I'm going, where I'm from. This is not the path I thought. This is not the place I sought. This is not the dream I bought, just a fever of fate I've caught. I'll change highways in a while, at the crossroads, one more mile. My path is lit by my own fire. I'm going only where I desire. On the road that I have taken, one day, walking, I awaken. One day, walking, I awaken, on the road that I have taken. back to the top --- Intensity, Dean Koontz Hope is the destination that we seek. Love is the road that leads to hope. Courage is the motor that drives us. We travel out of darkness into faith. back to the top --- Darkness Comes, Dean Koontz Holy men tell us life is a mystery. They embrace that concept happily. But some mysteries bite and bark and come to get you in the dark. --- Darkness devours every shining day. Darkness demands and always have its way. Darkness listens, watches, waits. Darkness claims the day and celebrates. Sometimes in silence darkness comes. Sometimes with a gleeful banging of drums. --- We can embrace love, it's not to late. Why do we sleep, instead, with hate? Belief requires no suspension to see that Hell is our invention. We make Hell real; we stoke its fires. And in its flames our hope expires. Heaven, too, is merely our creation. We can grant ourselves our own salvation. All that's requires is imagination. back to the top --- Strangers, Dean Koontz Is there some meaning to this life? What purpose lies behind the strife? Whence do we come, where are we bound? These cold questions echo and resound Through each day, each lonely night. We long to find the splendid light That will cast a revelatory beam Upon the meaning of the human dream. --- Courage, love, friendship, Compassion, and empathy Lift us above the simple beasts And define humanity. back to the top --- Odd Thomas, Dean Koontz Hope requires the contender Who sees no virtue in surrender. From the cradle to the bier, The heart must persevere. back to the top --- One Door Away From Heaven, Dean Koontz One door away from Heaven, We live each day and hour. One door away from Heaven, But it lies beyond our power To open the door to Heaven And enter when we choose. One door away from Heaven, And the key is ours to lose. One door away from Heaven, But, oh, the entry dues. back to the top --- Shadowfires, Dean Koontz To know the darkness is to love the light, to welcome dawn and fear the coming and night. --- Night has patterns that can be read less by the living than by the dead. back to the top --- Midnight, Dean Koontz Where eerie figures caper to some midnight music that only they can hear. back to the top --- The Bad Place, Dean Koontz Every eye sees its own special vision; every ear hears a most different song. In each man's troubled heart, and incision would reveal a unique, shameful wrong. Stranger fiends hide here in human guise than reside in the valleys of Hell. But goodness, kindness and love arise in the heart of the poor beast, as well. back to the top --- The Servants of Twilight, Dean Koontz Pestilence, disease, and war haunt this sorry place. And nothing lasts forever; that's a truth we have to face. We spend vast energy and time plotting death for one another. No one, nowhere, is ever safe. Not father, child, or mother. --- Is the end of the world a-coming? Is that the devil they hear humming? Are those doomsday bells a-ringing? Is that the Devil they hear singing? Or are their dark fears exaggerated? Are these doom-criers addlepated? Those who fear the coming of all Hells are those who should be feared themselves. --- There's no escape From death's embrace, though you lead it on a merry chase. The dogs of death enjoy the chase. Just see the smile on each hound's face. The chase can't last; the dogs must feed. It will come to pass with terrifying speed. --- The hounds, the hounds come baying at his heels. The hounds! The hounds! The breath of death he feels. back to the top --- Twilight Eyes, Dean Koontz Numberless paths of night wind away from twilight. --- Something moves within the night that is not good and is not right. --- The whisper of the dusk is night shedding its husk. back to the top --- Darkfall, Dean Koontz Holy men tell us life is a mytery. They embrace that concept happily. But some mysteries bite and bark and come to get you in the dark. --- A rain of shadows, a storm, a squall! Daylight retreats; night swallows all. If good is bright, if evil is gloom, high evil walls the world entombs. Now comes the end, the drear, Darkfall. --- Darkness devours every shining day. Darkness demands and always has its way. Darkness listens, watches, waits. Darkness claims the day and celebrates. Sometimes in silence darkness comes. Sometimes with a gleeful banging of drums. --- We can embrace love; it's not too late. Why do we sleep, instead, with hate? Belief requires no suspension to see that Hell is our invention. We make Hell real; we stoke its fires. And in its flames our hope expires. Heaven, too, is merely our creation. We can grant ourselves out own salvation. All that's required is imagination. back to the top --- Ticktock, Dean Koontz To see what we have never seen, to be what we have never been. To shed the chrysalis and fly, depart the earth, kiss the sky, to be reborn, be someone new: is this a dream or is it true. Can our future be cleanly shorn from a life to which we’re born? Is each of us a creature free - or trapped at birth by destiny? Pity those who believe the latter. Without freedom, nothing matters. --- In the real world as in dreams nothing is quite what it seems. back to the top --- Sole Survivor, Dean Koontz The sky is deep, the sky is dark, The light of stars is so damn stark. When I look up, I fill with fear. If all we have is what lies here, this lonely world, this troubled place, then cold dead stars and empty space... Well, I see no reason to persevere, no reason to laugh or shed a tear, no reason to sleep or ever to wake, no promises to keep, and none to make. And so at night I still raise my eyes to study the clear but mysterious skies-- that arch above us, as cold as stone. Are you there, God? Are we alone? back to the top --- Demon Seed, Dean Koontz Humanity yearns so desperatly to equal God's great creativity. In some creations, how we shine: music, dance, stiryweaving, wine. Then thunderstorms of madness rain upon us, flooding sadness, sweep us into anguish, grief, into despair without relief. We're drawn to high castles, where old hunchbacked vassals glare wall-eyed as lightning flares without brightning. Laboratories in the high towers, where the doctor wields power, creating new life in a dark hour, in the belfry of the high tower. back to the top ---
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