Ruins of failed dreams stroke the leaves of the tree of death,
Chaotically swirling in the emptiness of the minacious infinite abyss,
Where obliviousness ruled as a supreme force,
Bending the realms of beauty and delight.
Whispers of regret and anguish became an open book of archaic tales,
Secrets were sealed by the raindrops of darkness in the treasure chest of folly,
Last forever and always was the hope of a better world,
Once, dizziness overwhelmed every sense.
Every regretful thought disappeared,
Like a faded vision of lost memories and instants,
Melting in the chaotic mirage of a crumbling universe,
In the stillness of the darkness.
Ruins of failed dreams lay dead like burnt stars,
Not anymore gleaming through the veil of the night,
Just miserable mementoes of what was once magnificent and exquisite,
End of a world of fleeting illusions and ephemeral splendour.
Echoes of forgotten desires haunted the tranquil blankness,
And the shadows of despair clung to the remnants of broken mirrors,
Lost in the endless hallways of time and space,
In a desolate expanse where yesteryears and hereafter faded away.
The ghosts of forsaken dreams drifted like spectral wraiths,
With mournful sighs mingling with the cold winds of oblivion,
As the last glimmer of expectations succumbed to the relentless night.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
