Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: defiance

  • Shrouds of Anguish

    Shrouds of Anguish

    Shrouds of anguish were overlooking the garden of delights,
    Casting dreadful shadows over the beautiful flower beds,
    Allowing just a tiny glimpse of light to shine through the eternal night,
    In the absolute silence of the darkness, where no one would have dared explore the most remote corners of secrecy.

    Far away from the remembrances of a distant realm,
    Mysterious creatures wandered still,
    Seeking remnants of magnificence lost in the wake of obliteration,
    In the tragic hope of being able to save what was left to cherish.

    Every exquisite dream faded like a fantastic chimaera,
    Lost in the darkness of indifference and stillness,
    Among shadows of laments and annihilation,
    In the vast ocean of nothingness.

    The suspense of fate was like a shining sword ready to obliterate capricious merriments,
    In a kingdom of lugubrious and mournful obsessions,
    Where light had to surrender to the gloom of despair,
    Among shrouds of anguish and disavowal.

    Tales of forgotten aeons lingered in the hollow chambers of the past,
    Threading through the labyrinth of forsaken joys,
    Like faint echoes of a requiem unsung,
    Haunting the ruins of a splendour once divine.

    The desolate soil resounded with the weight of memories too sombre to accept,
    Their jagged shards pierced through darkness’s veil,
    Drawing forth the anguish of eras long buried,
    A threnody that the earth could not quell.

    In the heart of the garden, a single bloom endured,
    Its petals were pale as the moon’s cold gaze,
    Quivering in defiance against the ravenous void,
    Yet bound to the world of sorrow and despair.

    Amidst the transient reign of decay,
    Beauty was but a shadow that wove a firmament of grief,
    Concealing the faint glimmers of the stars that might have existed in an unfathomable abyss,
    Where silence bled through the fractured relics of vanished longings.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Torments Of Existence

    Torments Of Existence

    Torments of existence and death,
    Until the last speck of hope had been granted,
    To dreamers and illusioned vainly expecting realms of dreams,
    Underneath a starless night sky occluded by ignominious clouds.

    Despair hid behind shadows of forsaken longings,
    As the cold wind of fate chilled the bones of lonely ghouls,
    In the heart of the infinite darkness, where light dared not tread,
    And only silent screams of forgotten souls would reverberate unheeded.

    The essence of broken promises and shattered aspirations dissipated into the abyss,
    Unseen and unheard with a load of sorrow heavy as lead,
    In the midst of a reality binding and drenching them in perpetual twilight.

    No trace of lost dreams could have been revealed in the dark labyrinth of hunted spirits, Whose only solace lay in the embrace of eternal nights,
    For in this realm, the fragments of dreams merged with the wails of misery,
    Lost into the void.

    Torments of existence within a mournful maze of endless gloom,
    Within the depths of such despair,
    A gleam of defiance struggled to ignite,
    Amid the shadows of a dead heart.

    Every sliver of light strove to pierce through the suffocating dark,
    Until it became a frail memory of sick diseases,
    A weak flame that could not have endured the majestic abyss of emptiness,
    Swallowing every time and space.

    Death and destruction annihilated every hope and dream,
    Leaving only an empty desolation of shattered illusions and lost chimaeras,
    A barren expanse where the echoes of forgotten hopes lingered faintly,
    Relegated to the recesses of nightmares afflicted by the relentless tide of despair.

    In this forsaken domain, murmurs of bygone fantasies and dreams soared unrestrained,
    Hereafter reduced to haunting and obscene obsessions,
    The relentless march of time brought no solace,
    Only a deeper descent into the chasm of hopelessness.

    Anguished cries resonated eternally in an endless symphony of sorrow,
    And amidst the ruins of a world forsaken by light,
    Lonely figures wandered aimlessly, lost in the maze of torment and desolation,
    Spectres of once hopeful dreamers.

    In this realm where the sun dared not shine,
    And the moon’s glow was but a distant memory,
    Hope had become a relic of the past,
    A forgotten treasure buried beneath the weight of endless distress,
    In the presence of such overwhelming darkness.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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