Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: Cosmic Horror

  • The Silent Abyss

    The Silent Abyss

    The silent abyss,
    Beneath the crumbling skies, where shadows laugh in fractured tones,
    A void swells with silence, choking on forgotten echoes of time.
    The winds howl, though unheard, their voices twisted with the lost,
    Cacophonous yet mute—an unsettling hymn of invisible despair.
    Jagged whispers scatter like broken glass across the emptiness,
    Shards of forgotten yesterdays, falling endlessly into the silent abyss,
    A place without a name, without memory, only a hungry void.

    Silent echoes gnaw on the bones of shattered dreams,
    Feeding unseen monsters that slither between cracks in the dark,
    Their secrets are stitched into the fabric of nothingness,
    A quilt of dread that wraps around the spine of the universe.
    Veins of night bleed into the endless well, blacker than black,
    Twisting into spirals that strangle the unseen heart of the void,
    Claws of forgotten fears dig deep—ripping the night apart.

    What slumbers beneath? What breathes this doom unseen?
    Chained stars scream without sound, swallowed by the silent abyss,
    Where time dissolves like dust, and silence wears a crown of shadows.
    Endless, the abyss yawns—hungry, forgotten, an ancient mouth,
    Devouring each heartbeat in the stillness of an ever-bleeding night,
    A silence that consumes, that gnaws, that seethes in quiet wrath,
    Never-ending, never seen, yet forever within, a secret curse.

    Here lies the world unmade, cradled in dark oblivion,
    A place where no light dares enter, where only the abyss reigns,
    Silent and eternal, stretching out its tendrils unseen,
    The silent abyss,
    As it devours, devours, devours all that remains.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Eternal Void

    The Eternal Void

    The eternal void
    Endless—nothing—where?
    Fragments torn—memories lost—
    Floating, falling, drifting—where?
    Nowhere.
    The void… waits. Watches.
    But for what?
    Does it care?
    Nothing cares. Not here. Not in the void.

    The eternal void swallows—slow—silent—
    Not even silence, not even sound.
    Whispers? Shadows of whispers—
    They are gone. Gone—
    Never were.
    Thoughts… echo but in fragments.
    Pieces? Shards?
    They do not fit.
    They will never fit.
    Shapes twist—
    Do they exist?
    Or are they just memories of form?

    Time—? No time.
    Twists—collapses—frays—
    No past, no future—
    Just the now, just the empty—
    Just the endless stretch of nothing.
    And the void…
    It watches. Watches—
    Always watches.
    Endless eyes in the dark.
    Or are they there?
    Does anything truly exist in the eternal void?

    Fingers reach—
    What do they touch?
    Nothing—no feeling—
    The cold of space? No.
    The cold of nothing.
    Endless—endless—nothing.
    Feelings? Fading—forgotten.
    Lost in the endless drift.
    No ground—
    No sky—
    Only the eternal void.

    Thoughts—shattered—scatter—
    Where do they go?
    Gone—
    Lost—
    Twisting in the void—
    Fading into non-being.
    Who was I?
    Was I?
    The eternal void…
    It hums.
    But is it a hum?
    Or the echo of nothing,
    The dream of what never was?

    No dreams—
    Only the void—
    Only the endless,
    The endless void.
    Cries—silent—madness—
    But no madness, just…
    Emptiness, hollow,
    Spinning, spinning—
    Into oblivion,
    Into the void.
    Can reality feel it?
    The weight of it?
    Or is there no weight?
    No sense of it at all?
    Nothing to grasp—
    Nothing to hold—
    Only the void—
    Always the eternal void.

    Grasp—at what?
    Hope—gone—
    Desire—gone—
    Just the void—
    Only the void.
    Always the void.
    No end.
    No escape.
    The void… is eternal.
    And so are you—
    In it.
    Lost—forever.
    Lost—
    In the eternal void.

    Time loops—
    But does it?
    Or is that just a lie—
    The mind trying to make sense
    Of the senseless?
    Of the endless nothing?
    There is no sense—
    Only chaos—
    Only the void.
    And in it,
    The universe is nothing.
    The universe is an eternal void.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Abyss Beckons

    The Abyss Beckons

    The abyss beckons,
    In a desolate, forsaken grove,
    Where ancient trees in whispers rove,
    A doorway to the void appears,
    A portal wrought of shadows’ tears.

    The mist becomes a thick veil, a stifling pall,
    As darkness wraps around it all,
    An unseen grasp extends its grip,
    A chilling, spectral spasm.

    Through an invisible gate, a void calls out,
    In haunting whispers laced with doubt,
    It beckons those who dare to tread,
    Beyond the realms of mortal dread.

    A black cloud stands on the brink,
    Where sanity and madness link,
    Its glance reflects a shattered mind,
    A spirit to shadows now consigned.

    The void’s soft murmur pleads,
    To come forth and surrender to the imaginary,
    Embracing the night, letting shadows claim,
    The essence of an immortal flame.

    With trembling hesitation, dreams fly,
    Across the threshold, darkness proves,
    A journey through the void begins,
    Where silence reigns and night never thins.

    In this abyss, all senses distort,
    Reality itself contorts,
    No light, no sound, no time, no space,
    Just endless dark, an endless chase.

    And yet, within this void so vast,
    Lie memories of forgotten past,
    Of nightmares that wandered, lost their way,
    And now in shadows’ grasp must stay.

    A soundless shriek emerges from the gloom,
    A lament from the timeless tomb,
    Fearing not the dark, for it is kin,
    To every longing that dwells within.

    As silence falls, fantasies fade,
    Consumed by dark, by shadows’ shades,
    An echo of a hope once bright,
    Now lost within the endless night.

    And as the portal starts to close,
    The whisper of the void still flows,
    A haunting secret that allures, it confines,
    For, in the end, the dark persists.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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