Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: dark romance

  • Amid Silence And Darkness

    Amid Silence And Darkness

    Amid silence and darkness
    He came cloaked in mystery like a dark shadow that was cast over me
    My dreams began when I felt my heart pierced by his sword
    I knew not the hour or the season when this dark fairytale happened
    His kiss was a smash between lust and death

    I fell into an unconscious state of ecstasy and frenzy in my nightly unrest
    I never desired and feared something so much
    He crept with extreme longing and ghostly strokes
    Making me tremble beneath his infernal art
    Pleasure and terror twined in my heart

    I remained enveloped by a towering gloomy cloud
    He opened my bosom, grabbing my soul with his pointed fingers
    My blood ran down like a crimson river full of chaos and bewilderment
    He was staring at me as if he could see my spirit
    My incubus was my favourite nightmare and my most dreadful fear

    I could hear his whispers like bewitching hisses
    He had cast a wicked spell over me and I was in a trance
    Oblivious of my doomed fate bound to this creature of the night
    Suddenly, I felt like a wanderer in an infinite ocean under the influence of a storm
    I lost connection with myself and I became a stranger in the mirror

    I felt choked by a toxic haze, and poison ran through my veins
    I had become a creature of darkness as well
    The vicious demon was my only obsession
    I transformed into his slave completely subjugated to its enchantments
    I was dead as I had become the bride of such an angel of death

    Amid silence and darkness
    My body had become his altar
    And nightmares bloomed like withered flowers
    He made me cry tears of ice and flames
    I was no longer a mortal
    I was a wraith drawn from shadow and sighs.
    Elisabetta

  • My Obscure Sides

    My Obscure Sides

    My obscure sides are so numerous that they cannot be contained by the vastness of the ocean. If someone sought to know them, I would say that I am only made of darkness, for no light remains within me.

    Beneath a cloudy night sky deprived of stars, I wander in my loneliness without any moonlight shining over me. Embracing my fears, uncautiously I explore all my darkest secrets.

    Bold and reckless I explore the most hidden recesses of beauty and mystery. I love to dance alone in the coldest winter nights under the cloudy sky. I love to be mad and foolish and never care about the consequences.

    I’m a courtesan and a poet, embracing my most feral self. I often forget my name and I don’t fit in any box of comfort and conventions. I’m free like a butterfly flying from one flower to another one.

    I adore being stroked by the frost wind and pierced by thunders of passions, feeling the poundage of my incubi on my body during my respite.

    My obscure sides hide quietly in the shadows of my heart. I’m bound forever to darkness and sorrow. Indeed, I’m dressed in an exquisite gown made of grief and tears.

    I love to indulge in my decadence and I love to lie languidly on a bed of flowers contaminated by the dust of decay. Broken like a shattered crystal gem I dwell in absolute silence, inside my dark chamber made of anguish.

    I love to fantasize and live in my absurd dreams. I’m a living paradox and an oddity outside the ordered realm of standard society made of entities who are already lifeless.

    Embracing the chaos within myself, I sink into the abyss of darkness, wrapped in a cloak of sorrows and illusions. Chained by invisible bonds, I get lost in the labyrinth of my imagination.
    Elisabetta

  • Ethereal Dreams

    Ethereal Dreams

    Ethereal dreams of love and brightness visit me
    During my agitated night slumbers and under the sun and clouds
    Whether it’s raining or the rays of sunshine kiss my lips
    I always wander in my garden of dreams and fantasies

    Unconsciousness takes over my mind and soul
    In a state of trance and darkness
    I abandon my own self to the lust of my desires
    Whenever I fall under the compelling spell of the arcane mysteries of the universe

    Bewitched and mesmerised by the silent storm inside my heart
    I surrender to my senses like a trial flower falling under the weight of a snowflake
    And I submit to my resilient anguish
    Following me in every instant of my life

    Feeling invisible and unseen
    I find my haven in the garden of ethereal dreams
    A secret and mysterious place entirely belonging only to me
    Where I can always manifest all the fantasies of mine

    I release all my worries and fears
    And nothing, nothing can really destroy me
    In my ethereal dreams, I am eternal
    Although invisible to mortal sight

    The spell of chaos surrounds me
    I become a bird of paradise and fly away
    Far away until I can touch the stars
    In the infinite night sky

    Dreaming about the love for my beloved
    I wander in the veil of eternal dusk
    Carrying my obsessions like a crimson flame
    Forever lost in thoughts of him only

    He always dwells in my ethereal dreams
    To never part from me
    Nevermore, for all eternity
    Nevermore, forever and beyond

    The night’s abyss is my solace and shroud
    I dream in darkness, in whispers of decadence
    Foolish as I am, I revel in worshipping him
    For he is my only god to adore

    I forever await him, yearning
    And I cannot bear the hours until our eyes meet again
    Not a second fades without my longing to see him
    As I adore only him
    And he will be permanently in my ethereal dreams.
    Elisabetta

  • The Mansion of Anguish

    The Mansion of Anguish

    The mansion of anguish was filled with flowers of dread,
    Sighs echoed in each empty chamber like merry butterflies,
    The scent of betrayal penetrated every crevice of this eerie dwelling,
    As a consequence of broken vows and promises.

    The name of love has been desecrated, and love itself has been obliterated,
    In an extinguished fire, vestiges of mirth were lying,
    Buried underneath a stack of piles of ashes and blood,
    And the pain was carved on each stone.

    Hushed sobs created a fountain of dismay and grief,
    Where solitary souls had the habit of indulging secretly,
    Waiting for their lovers who were never supposed to come back,
    In a frolic of delusional hallucinations and cruel fate.

    In the middle of the night, farewell left their signs on the decayed walls and shattered mirrors,
    Leaving mere remembrances of broken hearts and aborted dreams,
    Beneath the obsessive moonlight, whose frantic light gleams stroke perpetually the dead flowers in the garden,
    While this realm of decay sparkled magnificently in all its darkness.

    Repetitive laments bloomed like blossoms of death,
    Since the mansion of anguish and sorrow emerged as a monument to decadence,
    And every star hid itself from the insistent stare of the moon’s pale and haunting gaze,
    Shadows of forsaken and lost lovers lingered, whispering fragments of unfulfilled desires and regrets into the hollow aura.

    Each murmur was enthralled by the walls that held infinite teardrops of agony,
    And every silent portrait, dimmed by epochs of neglect, seemed to weep silently in unison with the affliction around them.
    The desolate wind sighed through all the halls, shallowing the ruins of destroyed trinkets that once held sentimental bargains.
    The mansion of anguish became a despondent residence engulfed in an eternal night.
    It stood as a forgotten memorial to love’s betrayal and decay, where beauty had endlessly perished, leaving only a ghostly vestige in its haunted place.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Bride of Night

    The Bride of Night

    The bride of night hid beneath the veil of an endless night,
    A castle loomed in the dying light,
    Its spires clawing the storm-torn sky,
    Where whispers of forgotten souls still cry.

    The moon, a phantom, pale and weak,
    Hanged in the sky, too cold to speak,
    Its silver gaze fell hard on stone,
    Where shadows gathered, dark and alone.

    The wind it moaned through hollow halls,
    Brushing against the ancient walls,
    Each corner filled with a chilling dread,
    A monument to the long-lost dead.

    Within, a figure roamed the gloom,
    A spectre bound to eternal doom,
    Her eyes, once bright, were hollowed now,
    A crown of sorrow upon her brow.

    She wandered through forgotten rooms,
    Her footsteps were lost in the echoing tombs,
    Searching for a love long passed,
    A memory that time could never cast.

    The candles flickered, faded, and died,
    As shadows danced and serpents lay,
    While silence reigned in its darkest form,
    And dread became the only norm.

    In this castle, time froze still,
    A kingdom lost to an ancient will,
    Where love and hope had long decayed,
    And only shadows in sorrow stayed.

    So here she lingered, bound by fate,
    In this eternal, cursed estate,
    The queen of grief, the bride of night,
    Forever lost in endless blight.

    Her voice, a whisper carried by the wind,
    Calls out for a lover that fate rescinded.
    But the cold, dead halls returned no sound,
    Only silence reigned supreme where grief was crowned.

    The raven watched from its perch on high,
    A witness to the mournful sky,
    While the castle walls decayed and broke,
    As time devoured, all love’s mistakes.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Eternal Mourning

    The Eternal Mourning

    The eternal mourning ruled through the mist,
    Where an eerie chapel stood,
    In barren lands of forgotten names,
    Its windows wept with shattered glass,
    As time drifted by, yet never passed.

    The bell, once vibrant, was now silent and cold,
    But it echoed faintly with lingering souls,
    Who wandered through this hallowed ground,
    In silence where no peace could have been found.

    The graves, untended, cracked and bare,
    Hold names erased by time’s cruel air,
    And ivy crawled like fingers cold,
    Around the stones where death took hold.

    A shadow moved among the tombs,
    A bride in black with eyes like moons,
    Her veil, a shroud of endless grief,
    Her heart was forever without relief.

    She searched for the one she had lost,
    Her love was consumed by death’s harsh frost.
    In this eternal mourning, with every step, the earth sighed low,
    A dirge for those who’ll never know.

    Her tears fell softly on the stone,
    For here she walked, forever alone,
    Bound to this mournful, endless night,
    A ghost within the pale moonlight.

    No prayers will ever reach this land so cursed,
    No love reborn, no life reversed,
    And as she trod this path of sorrow,
    A journey where the sun will never greet tomorrow.

    The chapel whispered of faded vows,
    Of love turned ash beneath the boughs.
    A raven perched on a cross,
    A silent watcher of her loss.

    She lingered where the shadows crept,
    In search of dreams that death will forever keep,
    Eternally bound, her heart enchained,
    A ghost of the dark profaned.

    The roses, once red, became black as night,
    Their petals crushed beneath her flight.
    In endless circles, she will roam,
    This graveyard of her heart, her home.

    The stars were blind, the moon had fled,
    For in this eternal mourning, the living walked with the dead.
    And she, a bride without a groom,
    Wandered still through this eternal gloom.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Deadly Delights

    Deadly Delights

    Deadly delights had lingered in the abyss of shadows,
    In a mansion where traces of darkness were indelible.
    Chandeliers had hung low like tears of despair,
    Casting spectral glimmers through the still and stagnant air.

    The ballroom, once vibrant with delights and proms,
    Hosted relics of mournful romances.
    The once bright mosaic floor, alive with jest and joyful embrace,
    Now held the cold silence of an abandoned place.

    Each mirror, tarnished by the passage of years,
    Not anymore reflected joy but only spectral rips.
    Ghostly figures had waltzed in the chasms of the night,
    Their presence became a blur in the pale and waning light.

    Deadly delights hid behind walls adorned with portraits of faded grace,
    Had kept sights that stared with a mournful trace.
    Their gazes, hollow, had spoken of unrevealed secrets,
    Of mysteries that had faded away, turning into a bitter and cold breeze.

    In the antique library, where dust had cloaked every ancient tome,
    Archaic books had whispered of dark and forbidden spells.
    Their brittle pages had held tales of despair,
    Of pleasures twisted in the deadly stillness of the ambience.

    A grand piano, now covered in dust,
    Had once sung the passage of time.
    Its keys, now silent, had borne the weight of decay,
    Echoing the past where the dead dared to play.

    Deadly delights overwhelmed the gloomy garden, where roses had once bloomed red,
    The fragrance of death had lingered like a spectral spread.
    Petals, now blackened, had lain scattered in the cold,
    A witness of delights that had grown decrepit.

    The mansion had endured the grip of the darkness,
    A realm where delights had succumbed to fright.
    In its dim halls, where the past held sway,
    The fragments of deadly delights had silently fallen into the void.

    Creeping ivy had wound through the darkened halls,
    As the past’s grim shadows stirred on the walls.
    The giggles of euphoria had turned to frigid cries,
    In the mansion where faded elation mourned its dreams.
    Deadly delights, a lore to never be disclosed.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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