Do Not Go Gentle Into The Night Novels & Stories

But I might as well be climbing for the moon. My head banging with the effort, my throat aching, my mind clouding, I lie, inert. Do not go gentle into that good night... Rage, rage against the dying of the light... I could be angry perhaps. To die here. Like this. I never thought I would die in my bed. Much more likely I'd be gunned down. Or knifed perhaps. I'm not as young as I was. It could only be a matter of time before someone younger and faster took me down.

Everything that you've ever dreamed of Disappearing when you wake up But there's nothing to be afraid of Even when the night changes It will never change me and you Goin' out tonight, changes into something red Her mother doesn't like that kind of dress Reminds her of the missin' piece of innocence she lost We're only gettin' older, baby And I've been thinkin' about it lately Does it ever drive you crazy Just how fast the night changes? Everything that you've ever dreamed of Disappearing when you wake up But there's nothing to be afraid of

"I'm sorry if I upset you, I just assumed that_" "Do not assume anything when you are around this house," okay, I'm not saying this because I'm jealous, I'm saying this because that's one of her survival tips around Cardin "If you do not want to get into Cardin's bad book, I advise you don't assume anything" "Mr Velvet's bad book or your bad book?" She asked, her eyes mocking me. I smiled cruelly at her "Getting into my bad book is the same as getting into Cardin's bad book. Do well to remember that throughout your stay in this house"

" We notch our bows and wait for the morrow Cold is the night and nary a tear for on the morn we head into shadow There is no room for our fear His eyes are cruel, his evil is endless Black is soul and ne'ver he'll rest till all the world lies covered in darkness and none who'd fight him are left. Zhanere Zelezial"

You will not rob us of that. You've lost your fair share of battles. You have come against those who refuse to go gentle into the night. I will rage against the dying of the light. I will rage against you. And, my light will still shine bright. We might accept that you are here. We know that we need to accept that this is not our fault and that there is nothing that we can do about it. But what we can do is fight and fight we will. Yes, life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!"

She finally sang a song as she went to the pack house and showered “Romero…Baudouin…what do I do now….I’ve seen dark before…but not like this…this is cold…this is empty….this is numb…the life I knew is over…the lights are out…hello darkness…I’m ready to succumb….I follow you around…I always have…but you’ve gone to a place I can not find…this grief…has a gravity..it pulls me down…but a tiny voice whispers in my mind…you are lost….hope is gone…but you must…go on…and do the next right thing…can there be a day beyond this night…I don’t know anymore what is true….I can’t find my direction, I’m all alone…the only star that guided me was you…..how to rise from the floor…when it’s not you I’m rising

O Lord Repair me For a new fresh cause Won’t you enable me To walk again in life Was my feeling For that child So wrong Broken limbs Of an insane Little Who cannot even spell What’s pain to him Why Lord Why Lord death Why end Why end Why I cried my way To the day Ultimate sorrow Melted my eyes again What a pain Is death not a pain Of earth Then why we all Allow it to stay Forever and forever On earth's face Repair Mend life again For death not to stay What a pain What a pain Life, holds deep within What a pain Called end Death is not Just a sleeping mat Or bed It’s the end It’s the complete end Never again Never again My eyes should melt Never again I will repair This end My way My way

Through laughter and sorrow, through birth and death, through silence and storm. I am no longer a name, no longer a queen, no longer the rejected child of the moon. I am what remains when everything else fades— the echo between light and dark, the pause between fear and hope, the heartbeat between one breath and the next. And when the people look up at the night sky, when they see that the moon is whole again, they don’t pray to me. They remember me. That is enough. --- Because I was never meant to be eternal. Only remembered.

progressive-markdown_:is(p,blockquote,ul,ol,h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6)]:pr-8"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3 standard-markdown"> No matter where life takes us after today, whatever roads our pups walk or seasons change this garden, a part of us will always live in this exact moment. Some moments do not end when they end. They just become part of you. And I will carry this one, all of it, for the rest of whatever comes next.

The poem went this way, Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I did not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uprising rush Oh quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.