Silent lamentations pleaded the night sky,
Once, no hope could have been secured in the valley of hollowness and death.
Lurking beneath the horizon, the stars complied with each illusion,
Far away from the trees of wisdom and consciousness.
In this forsaken realm where darkness swallowed all the light,
The land lay silently barren, touched by neither dawn nor night.
The moon, a waning spectre in the vault of gloom,
Drifted above ancient ruins, where stillness was taken for granted.
Amidst the skeletal remains of what once was alive,
The whispers of despair through the cold wind contrived.
Every rustle of the leaves, every sigh of the wind,
Recounted forgotten tales and unfulfilled pleas.
The shadows stretched beyond, their shapes entangled with the mist,
Draping in the memories of those who still were resilient.
Their voices mirrored faintly, like relics of a dream,
Lost in the chasm where no hope dared to gleam.
In this valley of despair where time itself was motionless,
The night sky’s silent lamentations fell gently, a reflection of a frigid blizzard.
Stars that once were loyal guides through the darkened night
With time, they became spectral remnants swallowed by the blight.
In this void of silent cries, no delight could have been found,
An eerie trance of glooms cast no consoling sound.
Archaic trees, gnarled and twisted, stood as silent guardians of woe,
Their branches narrated fairytales of sorrow and decay that only the dark could have known.
Beneath this veil of endless night and desolate atmosphere,
Longings were but a distant memory, lost in infinite despair.
In the senseless embrace of the abyss where dimness lay in wait,
The night sky grieved for dreams that could never have been escaped,
Forgotten tales and unfulfilled supplications.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
