Delusional expectations in the midst of the night,
When the most profound silence enveloped every corner of the realm of reality,
The solitude ruled the entire realm of arcane and magical dreams.
Darkness and light were both present in a frolic of magic spells,
Flowers and trees grew taller every night, relying on desires and deceptions,
Along the banks of rivers of oblivion.
Remembrances fell down on cold soil like dead leaves,
Making the noise of tombstones on forgotten graves,
Echoes of souls lost in the void,
Calling from beyond, where time no longer reigned.
Shadows stretched their domain for every whisper of the wind,
Dancing beneath a pale, evanescent moon,
As the night creatures began to sing their silent melody.
Fate lingered over every sigh and lament,
As the boundary between dream and death blurred into obliviousness.
Ephemeral phantoms wandered beneath twisted trees,
Their hollow gazes fixed upon the distant stars,
Which no longer offered promises of mirth or hope,
In fact, they provided only a reflection of their despair.
The scent of decay drifted through the air,
A reminder of the countless stories left untold,
Forgotten by the living and the dead.
Yet, within this realm, they lingered,
Bound by the remnants of a magic long since faded.
In the centre of this spectral realm,
A lone figure stood amidst the expanding dark,
Cloaked in glooms, their sights filled with silent yearning.
They scrutinised the cycle of night’s dominion,
With no solace in the rising of the dawn.
The river’s slow current carried away forgotten remembrances,
Washing them clean of all the pain and sorrow,
Only to return them once again,
Draped in the midst of eternity’s frigid embrace.
Delusional expectations blossomed in this endless twilight, like dreams of deliverance,
They were no more than other illusions,
Further delusions wrapped in the silence of the night.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
