Tag: Ancient Whispers

  • Whispers Of The Night

    Whispers Of The Night

    Whispers of the night weaved through the air,
    In the shadowed hollows where moonlight faded,
    Anguish clung to the mist, where darkness pervaded.

    Desires fled through the labyrinth of memories,
    Fragments of forgotten tales faded into the void,
    Ghosts of sorrow and grief ruled the realm of dreams.

    In the ancient trees, whispers conspired,
    A haunting melody of a long-lost lyre,
    While the night unfolded like a cloak of inky velvet.

    Stars shimmered like tears, never to turn back.
    Winds stroke harshly cobblestone paths,
    Where time stood still, and anguish met.

    Flickering lights of lost phantoms danced on endless nights,
    Keeping gleaming secrets like crystal stones,
    In the obscure realm where mysteries unfolded.

    Sparkles of forgetfulness were scattered like shards of glass,
    Reflecting on the past in a world of trespass,
    Like eerie entities lingering in the cold embrace of the aether.

    Whispers of the night through the veil of twilight,
    Where shadows teased in the heart of darkness,
    And silence reigned supreme.

    In the eerie melancholy of ancient vestiges,
    Sighs hovered in the abyss of the night,
    In the haunted clasp of fading light.

    Beneath the veil of darkness’s shroud,
    Lights were entwined with shadows,
    Lost in the labyrinth of time’s expanse.

    The moon cast a spectral glow,
    A luminescent guide through ethereal realms,
    Where relics of eternity threaded their tales.

    In the vault of silence, dreams arose,
    Flying through the chambers of the imagination,
    Where every spec of reality vanished.

    The night held its breath, a pause in time,
    As remembrances of the past waltzed with the present,
    In the hallowed depths where phantoms roamed.

    Hence, the night whispered its secrets,
    In the language of stars and shadows,
    Lost in the timeless fortress of the unknown.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Echoes Of The Abyss

    The Echoes Of The Abyss

    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

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