Betrayed dreams were trapped in a dim chasm where fates were doomed.
Whispered tales revealed fate’s cruel descent.
Beneath the moon’s cold, watchful gaze,
Lay the past where hopes had died.
In twilight’s hush, the atmosphere grew eerie,
As dark secrets began to whirl.
Dreams once woven with silver threads,
Turned pale and dim, cold and dead.
In forgotten rooms where laments wept,
Silent murmurs invoked dreams and illusions.
Through the misty veils of sorrow’s shroud,
Wandering ghouls summoned long-lost regrets.
In a garden wild with brambles and thorns,
Where happiness and brightness once had rambled,
Stood a phantom, cold and stark,
Guarding the graves of dreams now dark.
Waves of delight faded, turning into wails,
In the dark night where truth had been belied.
Promises shattered like fragile crystal,
In the shadows of a tarnished past.
In cobbled roads beneath the fog,
Lay the remnants of melancholic memories.
Once hopeful verses now turned to dust,
In the silence, everything had disintegrated.
The clock hands moved in mournful time,
Marking the end of each hope’s chime.
In the stillness of the darkness, remembrances stirred,
Of betrayed dreams, now gone, forsaken.
The fire’s warmth, now cold and dim,
The light of hope was no longer trimmed.
In the ashes of what once had gleamed,
Lay the remnants of betrayed dreams.
In twilight’s arms, where shadows slumbered,
Lay the legend of dreams that had once lived in the labyrinth of imagination.
In the garden of whispered winds and silent screams,
Shadows danced upon the traces of bygone dreams.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
