Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: eternal sorrow

  • Trapped By My Dreams

    Trapped By My Dreams

    Trapped by my dreams, I was living exclusively in my eternal slumber
    From which I could not be awakened anymore
    Enchanting siren melodies and terrifying cries bewitched my heart
    The perpetual candles burning close to my bedside had the scent of deception

    I was no longer frightened by life and society
    I felt like the most free and ethereal creature in the universe
    And I ventured to remote islands of phantasmagoria
    Thunders of insanity crashed through my heart

    It seemed that everything was shaking, and a roar erupted
    A fierce and wild cry shattered the stillness of my fantasy
    The sky split open with flashes of burning glare
    As if the universe itself was coercing me to succumb to its chaotic will

    The destruction began its monumental obliteration of all my desires
    I could not cry or scream, for I had become silent
    I was like a hollow vessel lost in its fate while caught in a storm’s violent embrace
    My heart, which once burned with ardent passion, was now a feeble flame twinkling like a dying blaze

    I found myself wandering in the graveyard of my dreams
    My heart was bleeding for all the anguish and grief that filled it
    I got lost among the fragments of my shattered illusions
    While hovering through the ruins of my beliefs and loves

    I remained besieged by the ghosts of my fears in the company of bleeding roses
    I had lost all my beloved treasures, and all that remained to me was just dust of decay
    Condemned to be devoured by the infinite nothingness
    I could not see any of my hallucinations

    I could not hear any of the enchanting whispers that the wind used to bring to me as a messenger
    Forced to be enslaved to death and obliteration
    I was no longer trapped by my dreams
    And I dwelled in an unending state of sorrow.
    Elisabetta

  • 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

  • Eternal Nightfall

    Eternal Nightfall

    Eternal nightfall in a world where shadows long did cling,
    A tale of sorrow began to be chanted.
    Under the cloak of darkness, despair ruled the night,
    A story of fate so cruel and senseless.

    A figure wandered, lost in plight,
    In haunted woods devoid of light.
    Each step was plump, each instant of life a duty,
    An ethereal ghost condemned forevermore.

    The stars cast down their eerie glare,
    On sights once bright, now dulled by dread.
    With every beat, the hearts did weep,
    For dreams that perished in shadows deep.

    The voice of the wind would moan,
    Of hopes that died and were left forsaken.
    No star was left above to guide the way,
    Just endless nights, no break of day.

    In twisted branches, secrets were kept,
    Of promises that fate had swept.
    An existence once vibrant was now a shell,
    A captive in an earthly nightmare.

    Eternal nightfall, no hope to chase, no dawn to see,
    Bound by chains of cruel decree.
    The echoes of a life once known,
    Now lost to time, forever blown.

    In silence cold, the figure wept,
    For all the dreams that were never kept.
    In the abyss where shadows feasted,
    Desires were ensnared, with no hope of being released.

    For in this tale of sorrow’s thread,
    All light had fled, and all joy was dead.
    So many victims of a fate so grim,
    No chance to fight, no hope within.

    Hence, the end of a tragic lore was determined,
    Once darkness reigned until the end of time.
    In the nothingness most profound, only fragments remained,
    No hope to live, no will to strive.

    In a realm of eternal sorrow and grief,
    Phantoms wept their weakness and frailty.
    No rescue arrived, no hope in sight,
    Only tears upon their hollow facades.

    Eternal nightfall, when the days were shadows and nights were dread,
    A world where even hope had fled.
    The trees whispered of doom and death,
    Their branches formed a sombre wreath.

    Desperate entities wandered through fog and mire,
    Dragging through the remnants of a pyre.
    The remembrance of a life once bright,
    Now completely swallowed by an eternal night.

    Memories of delight, now decayed,
    In the recesses of betrayed truths,
    Broken and erased dreams,
    A cruel fate with no redeeming seams.

    Haunted gazes envisioned ghouls by chance,
    In a cruel and mocking trance.
    They taunted with their spectral glee,
    Reminders of what could not be.

    The stars above had once been guides so clearly,
    Now distant, heartless, and filled with fear.
    Their light, a dagger to the heart,
    A cruel reminder, worlds apart.

    Eternal nightfall, each heartbeat was a painful toll,
    A bell that rang for a tortured soul.
    The silence screamed in endless waves,
    Echoing through forgotten graves.

    No voices came to soothe the night,
    No comfort for the endless plight.
    The shadows whispered tales of doom,
    Of lives confined to eternal gloom.

    In this world of sorrow, bleak and vast,
    The invisible hope was a long outcast.
    No light to pierce the suffocating haze,
    No dawn to break the endless daze.

    The ghost knelt in a silent plea,
    To force dark to misery.
    With nothing left, no strength to fight,
    Embracing the eternal night.

    Being this tale a cruel design,
    No threads of fate would intertwine.
    The end was near, a gust away,
    No expectancy to see another day.

    Eternal nightfall, in shadows profound, a final sigh,
    A soul surrendered a whispered cry.
    In the darkness, it forever lay,
    No desire to live, no light to stay.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Labyrinth Of Crimson Nightmares

    The Labyrinth Of Crimson Nightmares

    The labyrinth of crimson nightmares,
    A realm where shadows twisted in endless layers,
    A maze of fear and haunting cries,
    Beneath the blood-red skies.

    Cold and bare walls of gravestones,
    Emerged with a chilling stare,
    Each corner revealed a twisted scene,
    A realm of darkness where ghosts convened.

    The air was made of mournful cries,
    As spectres drifted and dimness flew,
    In hallways of twisted elegance,
    Eternal sorrow left its trace.

    A crimson light, both faint and grim,
    Gave the maze a spectral dim,
    Figures danced in fleeting grace,
    Their faces were hidden, lost in space.

    In every niche, whispers resounded,
    Secrets buried deep, unbound,
    Tales of pain and endless dread,
    Relics of the forsaken since dead.

    Mirrors, cracked and darkly stained,
    Reflected the fears that once remained,
    Eyes stared back with hollow gaze,
    Lost in the maze’s endless haze.

    The scent of flowers, tinged with decay,
    Lingered where nightmares plotted in dismay,
    A silent scream, a phantom’s wail,
    Guided the lost through fearsome trails.

    A grand hall, yet fraught with disquiet,
    Shadows loomed in eerie twilight,
    A crimson alcove, dark and stark,
    Where nightmares fed on every mark.

    The labyrinth of crimson nightmares,
    Whose walls stirred, twisted, and sighed,
    Entrapping ghouls in endless strife,
    In a realm where infinite death was rife.

    Every turn a darker shade,
    Every step, a deeper raid,
    The labyrinth of crimson nightmares with its shifting maze,
    Kept trapped in its cruel daze.

    As the night elapsed, the darkness bound,
    The labyrinth of crimson nightmares preyed on disquieted spirits,
    Spectral laughter, ghastly moans,
    Resonated through the darkness.

    The dawn might have come, the maze might have shifted,
    But the crimson curse would never lift,
    In the heart of gloominess’s cruel seam,
    The labyrinth of crimson nightmares remained a dream.

    Each dawn revealed a graver fright,
    In endless depths of endless nights,
    Unfathomable in its design,
    The maze consumed the light, malign.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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