Macabre dreams descended like heavy rain on the realm of delusions,
Transforming desires into distasteful visions,
Where shadows writhed in the dim fog’s embrace,
And twisted despairs occurred through the vast ocean of mirages.
The stars and the moon were surrounded by a dim emptiness,
Casting ghoulish shapes upon the walls of the night.
A mournful wind disclosed secrets into hollow trees and dead flowers,
Its outcry was a dirge that brought the whole realm to collapse.
Phantoms wandered through the fields of forgotten woe,
Tracing paths where only the lost dared to go.
Their hollow laughter filled the startling ambience,
Chilling the hearts of those who still rambled there.
A spectre emerged from the gloom, draped in decay,
With eyes like dim embers that slowly burned away.
Its touch, a cold shiver, crept through the bones,
Raising the cries of a thousand forgotten moans.
Beneath the earth, where silence claimed its kingdom,
And coffins murmured secrets of a restless death,
The graves began to stir with a profound longing,
As if yearning to rise from their slumbering soil.
In this land where light dared not linger anymore,
Hope dissolved, and sanity withered away.
Time unravelled, thread by thread until nought remained,
But the shroud of despair, eternally stained.
Macabre dreams bloomed like tainted flames, unending,
Their burning caress, relentless, always descending.
No dawn would pierce this nightmarish domain,
For here, the darkness reigned, unbroken, unfeigned.
The whispers of the abyss grew ever near,
Clawing at the remnants of a life once held dear.
The burning moans of delusional dreamers grew louder, more distinct,
Till even the silence trembled on the brink.
And so the realm lay adrift, a world without reprieve,
Where even the dead had no respite to grieve.
An abyss of madness and cruelty was in its demise,
For eternity and beyond.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
