Haunting nightmares unfolded in the stillness of midnight,
Shadows drifted with restless purpose.
Fear seeped into dreams, creating unseen pathways,
Where the air had been murky with memories of old anxieties.
Tree branches, hollowed and distant, moved through the darkness,
Piercing the quiet with an unspoken dread.
Forgotten fears etched their presence,
Onto the silent canvas of the night.
Sleep and wakefulness merged,
Each breath was a thread woven into the dark.
In those spaces where time seemed to dissolve,
Terror took shape and form.
Fragments of the past whispered and blended into the vast night,
The imagination drifts away, caught in its own creations.
The darkness expanded, swallowing every dream,
Until dawn’s light broke the spell.
Even when the day returned,
The echoes of the night persisted,
Shades lingering as reminders of the fragile boundary between reality,
And the infinite realms conjured in darkness.
Whenever the chill of night’s grip indulged,
A spectral fragment of fear remained unseen.
Wisdom clashed with madness that clung to the edges of unconsciousness,
A silent relic of the night’s dominion.
Stars shimmered faintly, barely gleaming through the abyss,
Their light was a distant hope that was often lost within the gloom.
The silent rustling of leaves became a cryptic hymn,
Murmuring secrets to those who dared to lose themselves in the emptiness.
Sinister memories fastened in the labyrinths of thought,
Each was a trace, a reminder of paths once taken but now forgotten.
The weight of invisible realms pressed upon each soul,
Drawing forth shadows from the recesses of the minds.
Whispers of the wind carried the scent of forgotten sorrows,
A frozen stroke that traced the spine with its icy fingers.
In the secrets of the night, woven with threads of fear and dismay,
The hearts beat louder, like blasts against the silence.
Haunting nightmares encroached as the darkness reluctantly withdrew,
Leaving behind specs of their ethereal presence,
Suspended in the fading shadows.
Vivid horrors receded to the fringes of memory,
Yet their impact endured, a reminder of the night’s grip.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
