The echoes of the abyss faded away into twilight’s grip,
Where shadows merged,
An ancient whisper started to surge,
A spectral chant, a dismal hymn,
Having echoed from the void within.
Beneath the veil of night’s deep shroud,
Where phantoms danced, and stars were cowed,
There lay a realm where time stood still,
A place where darkened dreams were fulfilled.
The air grew thick with ghostly sighs,
As hollow winds serenaded the skies,
And through the fog, a figure glided,
A soul unbound in death abided.
Its eyes, twin voids, consumed the light,
Reflecting realms beyond perceptible sight,
Where sorrow dwelled, and silence reigned,
While shadows weaved their darkened chains.
A whisper called from realms unseen,
Where mortal minds dared not convene,
It spoke of truths too vast, too deep,
Of secrets that the ancients kept.
In cryptic tones, the message flew,
Through caverns where the darkness grew,
It told of worlds beyond the veil,
Where sanity and reason paled.
A chilling breeze disturbed the night,
As spectral forms faded out of sight,
Leaving behind a haunting trace,
Of realms where shadows interlaced.
And as the dawn began to break,
The echoes of the night forsook,
Yet in the heart, a whisper stayed,
A touch of darkness in light’s rays.
For in the shadows, truths resided,
That is the light everything sought to hide,
A glimpse of what lay past the end,
Where mortal souls with darkness blended.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
