Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

The Enchanted Manuscript Of Elisabetta Esther

  • Oppressive Dreams

    Oppressive Dreams

    Oppressive Dreams

    A dismal gloom of oppressive dreams creates unendurable torments of dark agonies
    Descending nightmares of lost illusions were once mere visions of vague hopes
    The sovereignty of dimness overshadows every small delight
    A sweet slumber captivates faded souls
    An inert gloom pervades the aether
    A gilded hope swirls in the obscureness
    Like a fragment shining in the space
    An imaginary murk encloses an unknown secret shrouded by a dark haze
    Seeking the distorted perceptions beyond the emptiness
    A surreal world surrenders to the time
    Spoils of a radiant instant chase a hidden desire
    As soon as an unsteady mist veils eternity.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Disgrace Of A Final Illusion

    The Disgrace Of A Final Illusion

    The Disgrace Of A Final Illusion

    The disgrace of a final illusion when the whisper of the wind shakes the slumbering soul
    With no possibility of redemption and no chance of return
    The darkness of the void conceals a hidden truth
    A vile disdain for guileless oblivion is intertwined with ambitious wisdom whose vanity fades away in the ethereal
    Nothing is lost once every trace of memory is completely erased
    Silent and invisible is the world of the imaginations and dreams
    The realm of the lost souls is entangled in a labyrinth of fantasies
    Where chimaeras become the fatal snares of forsaken souls.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • An Odyssey Into Folly

    An Odyssey Into Folly

    An Odyssey Into Folly

    An odyssey into folly amid the desert of wit and wisdom
    Where the strong blasts of numbness suddenly become hypothetical ideas
    An eternal journey into inanity with endless throwbacks to amnesia and regret
    When patience bursts into flames, emotions swirl in the dizziness of the senses
    Passivity and introspection stand in a motionless gush of hidden secrets
    An abstraction of solitons’ senses drowns into unconsciousness
    The overwhelming enclosure of dreams’ fatalities sinks into abhorrent brutality of shallowness
    A dim glow of a deceitful doozy hides an overshaded kingdom of folly and phlegm.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Uncertainty Of A Lost Dream

    The Uncertainty Of A Lost Dream

    The Uncertainty Of A Lost Dream

    The uncertainty of a lost dream in the realm of the blankness
    In the most remote place of the imagination
    Where every soul gets lost in the labyrinth of the darkness
    When it seems that every hope vanished and every clarity had been erased
    The silence whispers all the secrets that hover in the ethereal
    Where the deception and the honesty blend together, creating a profanity of senses
    Confusion and bewilderment become the sweet refuge of the dejected souls
    Miserable is the foul frolic of the spirits that lost themselves in the maze of the stupor
    Like in an endless nightmare that might fade as soon as the hallucinations vanish away
    When the torpor ceases to feed every spirited soul, once the despair rules the realm of the imperceptible.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • A Dismal Feast

    A Dismal Feast

    A Dismal Feast

    The insane dismay of the veiled truth
    When everything is shattering under the pressure of the infamous time
    None can claim a beloved treasure
    Except for the cathartic destruction of material essence
    A dismal feast of desires and intuitions
    Slowly, enduring anguish penetrates the wandering souls
    A sublime soft pain tears every spirit into infinite and eternal fragments
    In a perpetual motion that invariably affects the universal peace
    A metaphorical lullaby of bliss and pain awakes all the luminaries
    Inducing an ecstatic joy and an immortal stillness of the unconsciousness.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Blankness Of A Broken Mirror

    The Blankness Of A Broken Mirror

    The Blankness Of A Broken Mirror

    Pale shadows reflect in a broken mirror
    Solitude gasps in the presence of silence
    Tumultuous visions of a coveted desire are scattered into nothingness
    The emptiness of the nightmares’ abyss swallows every hope and dream
    Every so often, darkness is beauty in disguise, hiding in the invisible
    The mystery of an unmentionable truth belongs to a time that never existed
    Broken mirrors reflect falsified spoils
    Obliviousness destroys every memory that becomes part of the void
    Souls in exile wander without peace
    In search of what they have eternally coveted
    Chaos dwells among the multitude of soul fragments
    Distorted images of souls are reflected in deformed mirrors
    Amorphous perceptions dissolve in the evanescence
    The distressing instant of a distant tumult blends in with the beauty of tragedy.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • A Bleak Mirage

    A Bleak Mirage

    A Bleak Mirage

    A bleak mirage of dazzling light
    Beyond imagination and illusion
    There is a world without dimensions
    Where stardust sparkles perpetually
    And everything is a mirage
    Hallucinations and nightmares feed on corrupted fantasies
    Everything is delusion
    Dismay cannot save
    A peaceful resignation is a key to survival
    For those spirits who dare to live
    Apathy and weakness fill the universe of the dead souls
    Chaos dwells in the eternity of an instant
    Dimness flourishes in the mystery of existence
    Ethereal and eternal is the realm of dreams
    Light and darkness merge into the abyss of the concealed and secret universe.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Deep Slumber

    Deep Slumber

    Deep Slumber

    Empty spaces in the valley of illusion
    Gloomy clouds overshadow dark trees with deformed branches
    A deep slumber creates weakness and decay
    The pouring rain descends in the shape of tides of sorrow
    The revelation of a pale light dazzles the horizon of dreams
    Birds sing silently in the aether
    Leaden clouds encircle each other in a game of dances
    In a sky that no longer has stars
    The brook flows frantically
    Mirrors are invisible doors to a hidden universe
    The universe of metaphysical darkness
    Burning down in the pit of anguish
    Where identical shadows live in a un unbearable stillness
    And muted sounds are forgotten in the oblivious abyss of silence.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • A Buried Star

    A Buried Star

    A Buried Star

    A buried star lies in the garden of a soul
    Lifeless and ashen
    Motionless like a stainless steel sculpture
    Cold like a dark wintertime evening
    When the snow swirls chaotically
    Whilst the frosty wind wraps the night darkness
    A labyrinth of obscurity protects the buried star
    A ferocious silence prevents any sound from waking the star
    A star submerged in the quiet of an eternal torpor
    No light is allowed to penetrate the secret garden
    The lethal inertia of a lifeless star
    Never being allowed to shine brightly
    Trapped by fears and nightmares
    Too fragile to hold on to the firmament
    A concealed star lying in a pit of anguish and darkness
    Not even a bashful glow could be discernible from afar.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Lost In The Desert Of My Mind

    Lost In The Desert Of My Mind

    Lost in the desert of my mind

    Wandering nowhere
    In the incertitude of the night
    Time is defeating me silently
    I am keeping myself silent and invisible right now
    Like a quiet breeze coming from the sea
    Every instant is a lifetime
    I need something that pushes me to the edges of my sanity
    Being stuck like a sailboat on a pond
    On a misty day in a dreary autumn
    I am perpetually lost in the desert of my mind
    Detached from the realm around me
    I can finally fall into the deepest and deadliest dream of my life
    Careless about pains and death
    Being aware of the chance of human misery loss.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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