Shrouds of anguish were overlooking the garden of delights,
Casting dreadful shadows over the beautiful flower beds,
Allowing just a tiny glimpse of light to shine through the eternal night,
In the absolute silence of the darkness, where no one would have dared explore the most remote corners of secrecy.
Far away from the remembrances of a distant realm,
Mysterious creatures wandered still,
Seeking remnants of magnificence lost in the wake of obliteration,
In the tragic hope of being able to save what was left to cherish.
Every exquisite dream faded like a fantastic chimaera,
Lost in the darkness of indifference and stillness,
Among shadows of laments and annihilation,
In the vast ocean of nothingness.
The suspense of fate was like a shining sword ready to obliterate capricious merriments,
In a kingdom of lugubrious and mournful obsessions,
Where light had to surrender to the gloom of despair,
Among shrouds of anguish and disavowal.
Tales of forgotten aeons lingered in the hollow chambers of the past,
Threading through the labyrinth of forsaken joys,
Like faint echoes of a requiem unsung,
Haunting the ruins of a splendour once divine.
The desolate soil resounded with the weight of memories too sombre to accept,
Their jagged shards pierced through darkness’s veil,
Drawing forth the anguish of eras long buried,
A threnody that the earth could not quell.
In the heart of the garden, a single bloom endured,
Its petals were pale as the moon’s cold gaze,
Quivering in defiance against the ravenous void,
Yet bound to the world of sorrow and despair.
Amidst the transient reign of decay,
Beauty was but a shadow that wove a firmament of grief,
Concealing the faint glimmers of the stars that might have existed in an unfathomable abyss,
Where silence bled through the fractured relics of vanished longings.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
