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    Visions of Darkness and Visions of Light
    Visions of Darkness and Visions of Light
    Visions of Darkness and Visions of Light
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    Visions of Darkness and Visions of Light

    By K. Patrick Downey

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    Do you enjoy reading macabre poetry ? Do you enjoy short stories written within the realm of darkness? Then you will enjoy the Visions of Darkness. They are written in the more classical style of dark lore. They will invoke memories of the first time you read the works of Edgar Allan Poe. The story and poetry contained within this book cover insanity and the dark realm of the human mind. There are also a few poems for those who enjoy stories of light, which are inspirational. K. Patrick Downey will take you down the dark road so that you can experience your fears, suspense and feel the mind tingling macabre that will make you look under your bed at night and check your closet. This is only his first book. However, he is working on more that will be published soon. Keep watching for his new releases so that he can take you further down your path of fear. The stories will be getting darker and scarier as we go. Hang on for a ride that you won't ever forget.


     

    Do you enjoy Inspirational poetry? Then you will enjoy the Visions of Light. He will also be writing more poetry of inspiration so that you can see that you are not alone in your struggles and that there are ways that you can overcome them. Hang in there no matter what. Believe it or not, you can get through your fears, anxieties, and self image issues. Please, never give up or give in. You are very special and loved very much, even though you may not realize it. Suicide is not the answer. You have so much to offer to others and to make the world a much better and more loving place, where you will be accepted and fit in. Why does he care? Because he has been there. Some of his inspirational poems are based on his own inner struggles. Some of which he still has.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherK. Patrick Downey
    Release dateAug 27, 2017
    ISBN9781522089995
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      Visions of Darkness and Visions of Light - K. Patrick Downey

      Table of Contents

      Visions of Darkness

      I.

      Language of Flowers

      II.

      Night of the Beast

      III.

      The House Where Evil Dwells

      IV.

      Death of The Master Poe

      V.

      A Journey for Answers

      VI.

      Reflections in a Mirror

      VII.

      Superstition

      VIII.

      The Plague

      IX.

      A Town in Fear

      X.

      A Plea For Mr. Poe

      XI.

      Insanity

      XII.

      Nightmares

      XIII.

      Reality or Destiny?

      XIV.

      The Writer

      XV.

      Loneliness

      XVI.

      Life as it is

      XVII

      Fateful

      XVIII.

      Real People

      XIX.

      Who Mourns the Possum

      XX.

      Privileged

      XXI.

      Love of this Beast

      XXII.

      Behind the Crimson Door

      XXIII.

      Tormented

      XXIV.

      Mad Love

      Visions of Light

      I.

      Game Over

      II.

      A Love Letter

      III.

      Longing

      IV.

      I AM

      V.

      The Dreamer

      VI.

      Believe

      VII.

      Hope

      VIII.

      Homeless

      IX.

      A Day at the Beach

      I.

      Language of Flowers

      In the corner, the Empty Vase stands

      Filled with guilt

      Black Roses strewn upon the floor

      As Red Roses watch with Violet Eyes

      White Roses wilt in their presence

      And Tea Cup Roses bear false witness

      Yellow Roses were the last to see the Empty Vase full

      For the Empty Vase shall never again feel Red Roses' presence again

      As the last Dewdrop lay fall

      II.

      Night of the Beast

      I remember it was a hot night, possibly August, tho' maybe September

      For exactly I can't remember Tho the month escapes me, I  do remember

      I sat inside my house amongst the timber. When the beast, it came a calling

      An absinthe wind was blowing I do remember hearing some leaves afalling

      Falling down—down upon the forest floor

      When it crept inside my door, slithering, sliding, creeping, crawling right across my living room floor. I recall that I was sitting reading a story eerie and gory by either King, Koontz or Poe

      which of the three I may never know. Since it was so long ago.

      so long ago, I may not ever know

      I seem to remember my eyes grew wide as I read the vintage lore as I sat intensley reading

      I knew not what the night it had in store

      While I read the gruesome gore I know it chilled me to my core

      All of a sudden I heard the creaking, cracking, snapping popping of my wooden floor as I sat and listened evermore

      Yes, I listened even more

      My sore eyes ever staring at the floor

      It was vexing, so perplexing as to what it was to be because of the light I could barely see

      This I know, my eyes, they could not focus, as I concentrated on its locus

      As it crept so swiftly beneath my door, not standing up, but down so low upon the floor.

      As I vaguely saw its ghastly silhouette, I remembered and could not forget, that this creature

      This beast, this demon I had seen before at the age of nine when we lived among the pines in our house covered with vines. it once lived upon my window ledge up above the marshy sedge

      near the rolling river's edge. In my mind it was birthed and dredged. This same demon lived under my bed when I was ten I never knew how it was that it got in. was it carried upon my sin?  I still remembered when I kneeled and prayed for Godspeed, rid me of this demon seed.

      When I told my dad, he laughed, which made me sad, and he said it was only in my mind, I opined and said that it was real that it came for my soul to steal. A couple of years through many dark fears, crying and tears it reappeared only this time it was inside,  deep within my closet it did reside. Down below the shelf where it whispered in my ear, bringing forth my deepest, darkest fears preaching, reaching my aching ears and echoing within my room oh how it preached so beautifully about death and doom. As I did lay entombed within my room.

      Now its back all of these years later, its power is stronger and its  influence is greater. I know that it has finally come for my soul to take, to cast it in the fiery lake forever more to suffer and hurt like never before. To endure such pain forever more. My heart aches and breaks with every step that it takes. He takes the form of each one of my fears As I hide behind my veil of tears fearing the wrath of this my reaper my insanity is sinking deeper and deeper into my  brain it hurts so much yet I feel no pain while outside it begins to rain its reign. I had spent years riding the fence between illusion, delusion, confusion, and bright sunny skies above and, beneath, a green and grassy field where the sunshine shadows hide and provide my shield.

      Now the beast was right here in my room again and I feel the child's pain. My brave appearance I only - merely feign. The demon paced all around my bed thus provoking my childlike innocence's dread. I know That it will steal my soul this night and cast me off for dead. For the demon is quickly- painfully entering into my aching head. once it enters that highest chamber and arrogates my brain insanity is sure to slovenly invade, its plain. I hear the faint calling, slipping, falling, falling down upon my ears as it did many times before during my youthful, painful years. Then the beast climbed upon my bed and looked me in my eyes. I sat and stared into its golden eyes and fought back all my tears. Fear gripping with tears dripping, dripping, dripping down upon my chin. It recited all of my sins. The demon put its face to mine and spoke in darkened cloak. I tried to speak to it as it

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