Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: Fading Light

  • Locked Up In My Fantasies

    Locked Up In My Fantasies

    Locked up in my fantasies
    Aware of my unawareness
    Softly indulging in my pleasant decay
    Falling into the trap of loneliness
    In an existence deprived of love and delight
    My desires and fantasies became the only salvation

    I knew not how long I’d been locked up in my realm
    Lovely dreams visited my feeble slumber
    On the silent nights, protected by the shadows of ghosts
    Waiting for some fallen luminary to glimmer sparkles toward me
    I lingered through eternity
    In the darkness of my mind

    Confused and dismayed I wandered in my loneliness
    Starving delight and merriment
    As I was doomed to a cruel and infamous fate
    Nothing I could have accomplished to change the course of occurrences
    I was chained to a sinking boat
    While hearing the screams of spirits haunting me

    Until my very last day of existence
    The infamous tyranny to which I had been enslaved, had disposed of my life
    My heart was crumbled to dust of decay
    My body was the representation of dread and abuse
    Time was not anymore the master of my life
    As I became part of the realm of the dead

    The sun no longer shone upon me
    Instead, the tempestuous clouds obscured all the stars
    Leaving me sightless for the deep obscurity of the night
    I was not anymore aware of my lugubre surroundings
    Trapped within my own nightmares
    Disregarded by the world outside

    I floated into an endless silence
    Each gust was a sigh fading in the void
    I sought fragments of my sparkling and fleeting dreams
    Where once there was love, now only shadows had remained
    My mind had become a labyrinth of dead fantasies
    I stumbled through the graveyard of shadows

    Chasing glimmers of elation I could never grasp
    As each vision slipped away like grains of sand
    The cold embrace of solitude came to be my only companion
    While I longed for the glimmer of a flame that would never ignite
    The wicked claws of my destiny held me captive
    Tugging at the fabric of my fragile hope

    I still lingered in the darkest of prisons
    Where even the faintest flicker of rebellion was obliterated
    In the end, I was nothing but a fading star
    Falling from the sky of my own illusions
    To be swallowed entirely by the noiseless abyss of darkness
    I was locked up in my fantasies, made of void and oblivion
    Where my dreams dissolved into nothingness.
    Elisabetta

  • The Invisible Sparkle

    The Invisible Sparkle

    The invisible sparkle in a world that doesn’t exist yet,
    Like a flower suffocated by the gelid winter snow,
    Struggling cries of a dream forever stilled, unmet,
    Trapped in shadows where the winds won’t blow.

    A sigh drifted in the void’s hollow sound,
    A glimmer of the sublime that was never born,
    Silence shattered what’s yet to be found,
    A seed of light faded into the abyss, torn.

    A fleeting pulse from a heart too broken to repair,
    A thread of hope tangled in despair,
    Draped in the veil of the endless night’s hold,
    Fading into nothing, lost to the aether.

    In this pointless realm where illusions had become a reality,
    Unseen suns refused to rise or fall,
    A phantom dream trapped in twilight’s will,
    Its presence was known, yet not at all.

    For what existed without a trace,
    What flickers yet was never there,
    Could time revive its fleeting grace,
    Or would it die in hollow air?

    The flower crushed beneath frozen skies,
    Yearning for a spring that would never come,
    A sparkle dimmed in eternal disguise,
    The silent whisper of a life undone.

    Its scent forgotten, its petals closed,
    In a garden where nothing dared to bloom,
    A magic world where the future’s doors were forever closed,
    And the past lay buried in the gloom.

    The invisible sparkle flickered no more,
    A light that faded into the unmarked night,
    Lost in the pages of an unwritten lore,
    A shadow swallowed by eternal delight.

    The frozen winds still howled their song,
    In a dwelling that never came to be,
    And in the silence, lost all along,
    The invisible sparkle faded to memory.

    In the void of a forgotten dream,
    Where the eternity itself unravelled slowly,
    Dreams and fantasies vanished in flow,
    But only shadows knew their woe.

    The invisible sparkle, long since gone,
    Left no mark, no trace, no song.
    In stillness, it forever lies,
    A ghost beneath the unseen skies.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Dreadful Dreams

    Dreadful Dreams

    Dreadful dreams in darkness brewed,
    The world outside in silence stewed.
    A chill hung thick as whispers weaved,
    Through hollow halls, where none believed.

    A castle loomed, its walls decayed,
    Where time had stopped and light delayed.
    Through labyrinths that none had known,
    They wandered there, each one alone.

    Figures rose from meadows like thorns,
    With eyes that bled and voices steeped,
    In sorrows long since left unsaid,
    Now, pulling dreamers to the dead.

    Dreadful dreams, where shadows crept,
    Beneath their lids, no restful sleep.
    The night grew cold, the visions swayed,
    In twisted forms, the mind was betrayed.

    No way to flee, no path to run,
    For night devoured every sun.
    The walls grew impenetrable, the air was poison,
    And trapped everyone in an endless prison.

    In the silence, whispers of fright,
    Haunted souls wander, lost from sight.
    Each gust a toil, each step a plight,
    As darkness consumed every fading light.

    Dreadful dreams, where mirrors cracked,
    And whispers from the void slammed.
    A thousand clouds lost in space,
    All seeking what they couldn’t chase.

    Souls entwined with endless fear,
    Never to wake, forever near.
    The moon, once full, was now cracked and pale,
    Its silver light began to fail.

    And as the fading shades crept,
    The dreamers into silence wept.
    The night consumed all hopes and screams,
    And left them bound to dreadful dreams.

    Dreadful dreams wandered like shades of night,
    Whispered softly beneath dark skies.
    Each dwelling became a fearsome sight,
    As shadows moved in the dimming light.

    Desires entwined with seizing dread,
    Wandering everywhere, but hope had fled.
    Each secret carried tales of woe,
    As spectres flickered, fast and slow.

    In the gloom, no spark remained,
    No bright memory could have been preserved.
    The dreamers sought the light once more,
    But shadows beckoned from the shore.

    Dreadful dreams chased every fleeting glow,
    Finding themselves in depths below.
    With every instant, the darkness grew,
    A truth obscured, a world askew.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Entropy Dreams

    Entropy Dreams

    Entropy dreams,
    Fragments of utopia scatter in the emptiness,
    In a whirlwind of forsaken dreams,
    Silent screams come to be louder,
    In the void, nothing is what it seems.

    Stars weep, their light fading fast,
    Time disintegrates, a mere illusion,
    The cosmos laughs, a cosmic jest,
    Existence crumbles in confusion.

    Shadows swirl with unseen chains,
    Life’s meaning slips through broken mirrors,
    In the chaos, only doom remains,
    A bitter taste of despair lingers.

    Ethereal entities move with severed ropes,
    Controlled by unscrupulous needles,
    A spectacular show of futile things,
    A game of illusions and cruel wills.

    Stars search for new realms in endless nights,
    Ghouls beat to rhythms of despair,
    Wandering flames grasp at straws of fleeting light,
    Before dissolving in the nothingness.

    An embrace of the void, deprived of hope,
    Chaos, a precious place of the final phase,
    In the end, there is only the abyss of solitude and annihilation,
    Entropy dreams, like a cold and relentless embrace.

    Slowly, the wind moves every delight away,
    Dizziness and anguish like heavy rain,
    During long nights of dismal nightmares,
    Visions of death and tears.

    Blood drops on the stones of ancient times,
    Like red roses blossoming in thorns,
    An invisible dungeon without escape,
    Buried alive dreams.

    At the ends of the universe, forgotten and forlorn,
    Fates and fortunes entwine in macabre proms,
    Legends of chaos, haunting mournings,
    Lost in the labyrinths of chance and oddity.

    Thoughts unravel, threads of wisdom fray,
    Spectres of expectancy drift away in the abyss,
    Beneath the stars’ apathetic glance,
    Entropy dreams surrender to the darkness.

    Void’s clasp, cruel and relentless,
    A garden of despair and sorrow,
    While every memory is a faint reality,
    As the darkness devours the light.

    Tangled in the web of destiny,
    Time ticks to the rhythm of decay,
    In the end, it was too late, too late to reprieve,
    Lost in the grasp of entropy and chaos.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Whispers Of The Night

    Whispers Of The Night

    Whispers of the night weaved through the air,
    In the shadowed hollows where moonlight faded,
    Anguish clung to the mist, where darkness pervaded.

    Desires fled through the labyrinth of memories,
    Fragments of forgotten tales faded into the void,
    Ghosts of sorrow and grief ruled the realm of dreams.

    In the ancient trees, whispers conspired,
    A haunting melody of a long-lost lyre,
    While the night unfolded like a cloak of inky velvet.

    Stars shimmered like tears, never to turn back.
    Winds stroke harshly cobblestone paths,
    Where time stood still, and anguish met.

    Flickering lights of lost phantoms danced on endless nights,
    Keeping gleaming secrets like crystal stones,
    In the obscure realm where mysteries unfolded.

    Sparkles of forgetfulness were scattered like shards of glass,
    Reflecting on the past in a world of trespass,
    Like eerie entities lingering in the cold embrace of the aether.

    Whispers of the night through the veil of twilight,
    Where shadows teased in the heart of darkness,
    And silence reigned supreme.

    In the eerie melancholy of ancient vestiges,
    Sighs hovered in the abyss of the night,
    In the haunted clasp of fading light.

    Beneath the veil of darkness’s shroud,
    Lights were entwined with shadows,
    Lost in the labyrinth of time’s expanse.

    The moon cast a spectral glow,
    A luminescent guide through ethereal realms,
    Where relics of eternity threaded their tales.

    In the vault of silence, dreams arose,
    Flying through the chambers of the imagination,
    Where every spec of reality vanished.

    The night held its breath, a pause in time,
    As remembrances of the past waltzed with the present,
    In the hallowed depths where phantoms roamed.

    Hence, the night whispered its secrets,
    In the language of stars and shadows,
    Lost in the timeless fortress of the unknown.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Shells Of Memories

    Shells Of Memories

    Shells of reveries in the quiet silence of the night,
    Unreachable places that don’t exist anymore but in ethereal memories,
    Shattered dreams lingering behind shadows.

    Still reveries, once vivid, now grown dim,
    Like ghostly whispering on the wind,
    Glimmering weakly in twilight’s grasp,
    Lost in time, they slipped and rasped.

    Soundless images faded into the emptiness,
    In the dimming light of forgotten places,
    Where happiness once rang clear and bright,
    Now, only sorrow haunted the night.

    Echoes of bliss once demure,
    Now but spectres, obscure,
    Haunted the corners of the imagination,
    Leaving emptiness behind.

    In the crypt of broken memoirs,
    Where each dream might have been the last,
    Skeletons of memories lay,
    In the graveyard of goodbye.

    Intricate threads of fate in the silent abyss,
    Where memories faded,
    And nightmares were the relentless thieves behind shadows of longings,
    While stole moments wove grief.

    Castles in the air became ruins of despair,
    As midnight’s secrets hid behind a mosaic of stars in a forgotten sky,
    At the echoes of tales of tears and sighs,
    Fading slowly into the moonlight.

    Relics of memories etched in the sand,
    Were washed away by time’s burden,
    In the gentle rise and fall of life’s tide,
    Everything that once was whole is now fragmented.

    Whispers of ancient times were faint and frail,
    Like petals of autumn that drifted in the gale,
    In the infinite chasm, they dwelt,
    Forsaken and erased from the memory of the emptiness.

    The abyss of eternity swallowed everything into oblivion,
    Where existence faded into the endless expanse.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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