Magic spells manifested amid the night of ghosts and witches,
Whose enchantments lured creatures, hearts and souls,
In a realm of nowhere, where time stopped long ago.
Silence and darkness ruled this enchanted world,
Where the moon and the stars were witnesses to the magnificence of the night,
In this devil-may-care domain, glooms and ghouls danced with glee.
Arcane secrets were kept in cold and lifeless trees,
Whose boughs gnarled and twisted, bearing the consequences of curses and hexes,
Together with tales of ruin, despair, and broken verses.
An elixir of ancient magic spells was smeared through the shrouded woods,
Ethereal spirits roamed, guided by illusions, while searching for a dwelling,
Wandering without any guidance, lost in the labyrinth of eternity.
This abyssal lair was not a haven at all,
Since the only loud noises were sobs of sorrow and the sharp tang of despair,
While the ground beneath trembled with restless sighs.
The stars were mourning, hidden in the skies,
A cauldron bubbled with its fumes reaching high,
In an eternal void, devouring the light.
In this realm, sorceresses conjured dreams twisted and dire,
Stirring the pot with wands of blood and fire,
While embracing a doomed fate made of dread and shadows.
In every corner, the void overcame life and hope,
Keeping the secrets that time could not preserve,
With every chant, a spell was cast, obliterating the past, the present, and the future.
The night echoed as a requirement of endless pain,
While shapes of dread evoked tales of the forgotten dead,
Mocking the living with their eerie whizz.
In this chimerical realm of endless plight,
Desire and love were fleeting and banished lights,
Since arcane arts tore apart both souls and hearts.
When the night became a cursed precipice,
Only an absolute silence rose bleak,
Lingering like a haunting magic spell and leading to a shadowed hell,
In this realm of nowhere, all became decay and death under the hex of magic spells.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
