Eternal nightfall in a world where shadows long did cling,
A tale of sorrow began to be chanted.
Under the cloak of darkness, despair ruled the night,
A story of fate so cruel and senseless.
A figure wandered, lost in plight,
In haunted woods devoid of light.
Each step was plump, each instant of life a duty,
An ethereal ghost condemned forevermore.
The stars cast down their eerie glare,
On sights once bright, now dulled by dread.
With every beat, the hearts did weep,
For dreams that perished in shadows deep.
The voice of the wind would moan,
Of hopes that died and were left forsaken.
No star was left above to guide the way,
Just endless nights, no break of day.
In twisted branches, secrets were kept,
Of promises that fate had swept.
An existence once vibrant was now a shell,
A captive in an earthly nightmare.
Eternal nightfall, no hope to chase, no dawn to see,
Bound by chains of cruel decree.
The echoes of a life once known,
Now lost to time, forever blown.
In silence cold, the figure wept,
For all the dreams that were never kept.
In the abyss where shadows feasted,
Desires were ensnared, with no hope of being released.
For in this tale of sorrow’s thread,
All light had fled, and all joy was dead.
So many victims of a fate so grim,
No chance to fight, no hope within.
Hence, the end of a tragic lore was determined,
Once darkness reigned until the end of time.
In the nothingness most profound, only fragments remained,
No hope to live, no will to strive.
In a realm of eternal sorrow and grief,
Phantoms wept their weakness and frailty.
No rescue arrived, no hope in sight,
Only tears upon their hollow facades.
Eternal nightfall, when the days were shadows and nights were dread,
A world where even hope had fled.
The trees whispered of doom and death,
Their branches formed a sombre wreath.
Desperate entities wandered through fog and mire,
Dragging through the remnants of a pyre.
The remembrance of a life once bright,
Now completely swallowed by an eternal night.
Memories of delight, now decayed,
In the recesses of betrayed truths,
Broken and erased dreams,
A cruel fate with no redeeming seams.
Haunted gazes envisioned ghouls by chance,
In a cruel and mocking trance.
They taunted with their spectral glee,
Reminders of what could not be.
The stars above had once been guides so clearly,
Now distant, heartless, and filled with fear.
Their light, a dagger to the heart,
A cruel reminder, worlds apart.
Eternal nightfall, each heartbeat was a painful toll,
A bell that rang for a tortured soul.
The silence screamed in endless waves,
Echoing through forgotten graves.
No voices came to soothe the night,
No comfort for the endless plight.
The shadows whispered tales of doom,
Of lives confined to eternal gloom.
In this world of sorrow, bleak and vast,
The invisible hope was a long outcast.
No light to pierce the suffocating haze,
No dawn to break the endless daze.
The ghost knelt in a silent plea,
To force dark to misery.
With nothing left, no strength to fight,
Embracing the eternal night.
Being this tale a cruel design,
No threads of fate would intertwine.
The end was near, a gust away,
No expectancy to see another day.
Eternal nightfall, in shadows profound, a final sigh,
A soul surrendered a whispered cry.
In the darkness, it forever lay,
No desire to live, no light to stay.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
