Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: desolate landscape

  • The Chasm of Chaos

    The Chasm of Chaos

    The chasm of chaos and fear gazed like a grotesque creature,
    With its jagged edges that were viciously shaped.
    It lived of despair and dread in the frozen emptiness of the realm of dreams,
    Like a maw of shadows and glooms, vast and bare.

    This ominous abyss was a silent expanse,
    While whispers rose chaotically like a mournful hymn,
    Pulling the light to this hollow kingdom of darkness,
    Where the stars had begun to fade and hope decayed.

    I was alone in this doomed abysm,
    Where time dissolved, and nothing prospered.
    No ground beneath, just the void’s retreat,
    Its pulse was a lament, slow and discrete.

    The chasm of chaos had allured with a spell of dread,
    Promising truths from the tears I’d shed.
    But all the truths it bore were forged in lies,
    A grave for a reason beneath dead skies.

    The lure grew intense, and my will had weakened,
    As terror bloomed, every resilience was drained.
    Into the depths, I had fallen down at last,
    Like a soul unmoored from the obscure past.

    And in its core, no life ever endured,
    Just chaos reigning like an uncontained ruler.
    The chasm of fear had claimed its privilege,
    And left behind, no glimmer, no fragment, no trace.

    The ravine sang a dirge such as a mournful and hollow cry,
    Its melody was like fractured winds that ceaselessly wailed.
    Each sob engraved wounds deep into my soul and my mind,
    Binding my essence to its darkness, confined like a buried flower.

    Its infinite gusts spiralled like a suffocating haze,
    Turning instants into aeons in its dark maze.
    No horizon was visible, and no mirth remained,
    Only clouds and shadows lingered with an agony that was ingrained into them.

    The deeper I sunk, the colder it grew,
    A realm where nightmares and despair accrued.
    Every heartbeat felt a remote memory like a misplaced echo,
    As the chasm’s grip obliterated all I’d embraced.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Anguish of the Night

    The Anguish of the Night

    The anguish of the night descended softly like a dreadful rain,
    On the valley of solitude and decay where doom held its domain.

    Wonders and death were all there waiting for the definitive end,
    While the stars grieved for aborted dreams that were never meant to be.

    Trust was fractured into thousands of fragments,
    Like a broken mirror in the middle of a dark chamber.

    The disclosed longings of a life already gone were kept secret,
    Inside a treasure chest in the abyss of the dream world.

    Feelings of melancholy and sorrow overwhelmed the frozen midnight,
    Transforming into a gloomy haze, making trembling every blossom.

    In every secret garden of roses, the only light allowed to penetrate was the moonlight,
    At the dreary sound of ghosts swirling in an eerie dance.

    Faraway from the brutal reality, the stars gleamed an invisible pale blue light,
    In a firmament crowded with clouds and nightmares.

    Longings and clouds entangled like tales of forgotten despair,
    Cherished treasures vanished into the gloomy and tranquil aura.

    Everything was trapped in the grasp of the midnight’s wintry clasp,
    While spectres lingered, haunting memories no dawn could ever have obliterated.

    In the hollow abyss of the misty vale, ancient trees wept alone,
    Their gnarled branches twisted like distress cast in weathered stone.

    The winds bore laments, carrying enigmas from times of oblivion,
    Each note became a mourning hymn, a dirge too exquisite to last.

    An owl hooted softly from a distant, forsaken tower,
    Its cry was a reminder of life’s fleeting, fragile power.

    Every petal quivered under the weight of forfeited hopes and fears,
    Dripping with the morning dew that consorted with unseen tears.

    Beneath this grave night’s sorrowful veil, even phantoms wept,
    While faded spirits drifted, tethered to dreams they could not abide
    Under the spell of the anguish of the night.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Fearless Sorrow

    Fearless Sorrow

    A fearless sorrow was the ruler of the realm of darkness and delusions. Not even the silence would have been so successful without it.

    Surreal dreams succumbed to the power of deception and fear. Nothing could have been altered, not even the cynical fate, as the grasp of sorrow and despair tore everything.

    Sorrow reigned over every corner, like ivy clinging to the shadows, dragging everything into its cold embrace.

    The stars themselves blinked out of existence, one by one, as if they, too, had surrendered to the desolation.

    Unspoken lamentations filled the gloomy aura, and each sigh was a reminder of the weight of existence.

    What once flickered with hope had long been extinguished, leaving only hollow echoes where light had dared to tread.

    The horizon, once vibrant with the promise of dawn, now stood still—a jagged line dividing the unknown void from the nothingness below.

    Time itself seemed to stretch and warp, losing meaning as the days merged into one endless, suffocating night.

    Beneath the ever-looming sky, the earth trembled with the weight of forgotten truths. There was no escape, only surrender.

    Shadows crept through every crevice, whispering the secrets of eternity lost to the wind, each moment a fading spectre of what once was.

    Wandering souls, trapped between life and death, carried the burden of their broken promises.

    Each anathema blossomed as a curse in the desolate landscape, where solemn echoes of laments vanished as quickly as they appeared.

    There was no solace, no reprieve in this abyss; only the cold certainty of oblivion awaited, where cries were swallowed by the emptiness.

    Even the world had grown tired of misery and despair. The endless night stretched on, indifferent to the mortal pains.

    A fearless sorrow consumed all while the relics of longings dissolved into the void, never to return.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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