Tag: Eerie Beauty

  • The Arcane Forest

    The Arcane Forest

    The arcane forest was my place of refuge. It oozed with enchantments, and the trees did not possess a name. It was a place where I became invisible and mortal while still retaining my physical form.

    Softly, the wind whispered to me its hidden secrets, but I could not grasp their meaning. Such was my daze.

    The large clouds were gathering under a grey tone, and all the shades of white contrasted with the blue of the sky. The sound of the streams was like a melody which, however, had a gloomy and at times sinister sound. As if it reflected the image of my heart.

    Lost in my anguish and obsessive thoughts, I was seeking direction in that vast green and dark expanse, although the sun showed its light from time to time. I was lost in the chaos, in the noises that at times followed me relentlessly and at other times vanished into nothingness.

    The trees seemed to move, at times, and at other times they seemed almost dead, shrivelled, as if without vital infamy. But the mystery of that place was unusual and unexplainable. It seemed like a place of my imagination, which did not exist at all in tangible reality.

    In my wandering, it seemed that my shadow no longer followed me, but rather that other shadows not belonging to me had followed my path, as if curious about what I intended to do or where I was going. I was walking without direction and without any goal of finding myself or of finding the right destination.

    It was as if those shadows sighed, or wanted to whisper something to me — hidden truths, sealed secrets, confessions too indecent to be revealed to human ears, or too regal to deserve a particular listening. The trees seemed to encircle an arcane mark, or what seemed like the mark of death, or of the cavern, or the portal through which one might enter another world, a world not reserved for mortals and common souls.

    The arcane forest was my place of solitude alone, but also the place to which I truly belonged. No longer being part of the earthly world, of the world of mortals, of that realm I had tried to possess and understand, but which I then refused to belong to.
    Lisa

  • Darkness By The Sea

    Darkness By The Sea

    Darkness by the sea, the moon’s silver light cast a glow on the restless waves,
    Revealing the shadowed abyss where lay buried the deep ocean caves.
    A lighthouse stood as a lone sentinel, its beam weak and frail,
    Battling against the overwhelming, vast night and the whispering gale.

    The sea breathed out ancient secrets from chasms far below,
    Where creatures long forgotten in shadowy depths did grow.
    They muttered of shipwrecks, of sailors who were long lost,
    Of pacts with sinister devils and the terrible, heavy cost.

    On storm-laden nights when the sky split violently with blinding light,
    The sea revealed its raw fury, its boundless power, its dreadful might.
    Waves crashed like thunderous roars, tearing relentlessly at the shore,
    Unveiling the skeletal remains of the drowned, surfacing once more.

    A spectral figure emerged from the mist-laden, eerie gloom,
    A sailor, long dead, had risen from his long-forgotten doom.
    His eyes, hollow sockets, reflected the cold moon’s pale gleam,
    His voice was a chilling whisper, a wraith’s unsettling dream.

    His spectral voice softly sighed a warning of the sea’s haunting call,
    Luring with deceptive beauty that belied its darkened lies.
    He followed its siren song, its glittering promise of gold,
    Now he wandered the edges of its shores, his mournful story retold.

    The darkness by the sea held memories deeply steeped,
    Of lives that were taken, of secrets that silently seeped.
    Each wave was a haunting whisper, each tide was a sorrowful tear,
    From the restless souls of the lost who lingered far too near.

    Such were the dark tales that the vast ocean did keep,
    Of the restless spirits who wandered, of those who could not sleep.
    For the sea, in its eerie beauty, with its tempestuous glee,
    Held a darkness as deep as the abyss of the darkest sea.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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