A Secret Doom,
Cracks spread like nightmares across the pale sky of dusk,
Twisting through the bones of the earth, splitting it wide,
As secrets, dark and festering, rise from forgotten graves.
Whispers drip from shadows unseen, crawling through the air,
A doom long carved in echoes, unspoken yet unavoidable,
An invisible weight pressing down on the heart of the world.
Each breath tastes of ruin, sharp as the edge of a knife,
A phantom’s regret lingers in every corner of the mind.
Beneath the surface of the soil, something stirs, something waits,
A hidden truth buried deep, locked within the marrow of the earth,
Its presence was felt in the tremble of leaves, in the shiver of wind,
As the sky darkens with dread and the stars turn cold.
Eyes close, but visions remain, burning behind the lids,
Fingers grasp at the air, tearing at the unseen veil of reality,
But nothing holds—the void laughs softly,
A quiet madness that hums beneath the skin,
Invisible threads of fate weaving a pattern of despair.
A secret doom spins its web, each strand a tale of forgotten sorrow,
Tangled in the fabric of existence, in the very core of being,
Where chaos reigns, and reason falls away into oblivion.
Nothing remains but the endless fall, the plunge into the unknown,
Where no ground waits beneath, only the infinite descent,
Into the crushing weight of emptiness, a hollow pit of eternity.
In this place, secrets and doom entwine,
Feeding on the darkness, growing stronger,
Until only the echoes remain, fading into nothingness,
Lost in the void where all is forgotten, and all is lost.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
