Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: fear

  • Foggy Nights

    Foggy Nights

    Foggy nights had shrouded the moon’s pale face,
    Whispers of mist had woven through the air,
    Silent streets had been glazed with a ghostly trace,
    A world of shadows had become a hidden and rare realm.

    Lamp posts had flickered with a subdued light,
    Cloaked in different shades of black, blue, and grey, while the towns had slept,
    Noises had echoed, faint and renewed,
    In the fog, every secret had been kept and never revealed.

    Dreams had drifted in the haze as unknown visions,
    Fear and wonder had intertwined,
    In a realm of silence and solitude,
    Foggy nights had been shining mysteries.

    Windows had glowed with muffled lights,
    Shapes had moved softly as undefined geometries,
    Every sound had been a breathless fright,
    On foggy nights, where time had been unlimited.

    The past had emerged, lost in a grey mist,
    Forgotten whispers, fleeting, near,
    Old memories, like ghosts, had replayed,
    On foggy nights, they had reappeared.

    Each corner had held a hidden tale,
    Of love, of sorrow, left behind,
    On foggy nights, where voices had trailed,
    In the mist, their secrets had become bound.

    Lonely souls had wandered the veil,
    Seeking solace in the gloom,
    Foggy nights, where shadows had sailed,
    Through the twilight’s quiet chamber.

    Cloaked figures had drifted through the haze,
    Their faces had been lost, their stories untold,
    Through foggy nights, they had wandered in a daze,
    In this eerie silence, they had been bold.

    Cobblestones had glistened underfoot,
    Each step a whisper, soft and light,
    In the fog, they had sought what had been forgotten,
    Chasing echoes through the night.

    Creeping ivy had embraced old walls,
    Silent sentinels of time gone by,
    On foggy nights, the past had recalled,
    Whispering secrets to the sky.

    Phantom sighs in the alleyways,
    Guided by the moon’s faint glow,
    In the stillness of the foggy maze,
    A timeless prom, slow and low.

    Ancient oaths and broken vows,
    Hidden deep in the fog’s embrace,
    On foggy nights, they had whispered now,
    Lingering in every haunted place.

    From night to dawn, the fog had remained,
    A veil that had wrapped the town in lore,
    Foggy nights, where time had abstained,
    And mysteries had reigned forevermore.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Haunting Nightmares

    Haunting Nightmares

    Haunting nightmares unfolded in the stillness of midnight,
    Shadows drifted with restless purpose.
    Fear seeped into dreams, creating unseen pathways,
    Where the air had been murky with memories of old anxieties.

    Tree branches, hollowed and distant, moved through the darkness,
    Piercing the quiet with an unspoken dread.
    Forgotten fears etched their presence,
    Onto the silent canvas of the night.

    Sleep and wakefulness merged,
    Each breath was a thread woven into the dark.
    In those spaces where time seemed to dissolve,
    Terror took shape and form.

    Fragments of the past whispered and blended into the vast night,
    The imagination drifts away, caught in its own creations.
    The darkness expanded, swallowing every dream,
    Until dawn’s light broke the spell.

    Even when the day returned,
    The echoes of the night persisted,
    Shades lingering as reminders of the fragile boundary between reality,
    And the infinite realms conjured in darkness.

    Whenever the chill of night’s grip indulged,
    A spectral fragment of fear remained unseen.
    Wisdom clashed with madness that clung to the edges of unconsciousness,
    A silent relic of the night’s dominion.

    Stars shimmered faintly, barely gleaming through the abyss,
    Their light was a distant hope that was often lost within the gloom.
    The silent rustling of leaves became a cryptic hymn,
    Murmuring secrets to those who dared to lose themselves in the emptiness.

    Sinister memories fastened in the labyrinths of thought,
    Each was a trace, a reminder of paths once taken but now forgotten.
    The weight of invisible realms pressed upon each soul,
    Drawing forth shadows from the recesses of the minds.

    Whispers of the wind carried the scent of forgotten sorrows,
    A frozen stroke that traced the spine with its icy fingers.
    In the secrets of the night, woven with threads of fear and dismay,
    The hearts beat louder, like blasts against the silence.

    Haunting nightmares encroached as the darkness reluctantly withdrew,
    Leaving behind specs of their ethereal presence,
    Suspended in the fading shadows.
    Vivid horrors receded to the fringes of memory,
    Yet their impact endured, a reminder of the night’s grip.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Twisted Obsessions

    Twisted Obsessions

    Twisted obsessions of failed dreams,
    In the darkened corners of the subconscious,
    Where shadows unleashed dreams unwound,
    A world of obsessions, all alone.

    Whispers echoed through the sordid obscurity,
    Drawing wraiths to forbidden lights,
    A touch, a sigh, a fleeting glance,
    Lost in the thrall of a reckless trance.

    Desires stolen and broken, out of reach,
    Longings hidden, cruel and true,
    Yearning for those invisible chimaeras the day denied,
    In silent, shamed, and sleazy cries.

    Souls that sought what they should shun,
    Minds that ached for the undone,
    In a labyrinth of illusions and betrayal,
    Obsessions took their hidden refuge.

    A tangled web of despair and loss,
    A dungeon where dark passions bred,
    Haunted in a ghostly daze,
    Lost forever in a damning swirl.

    A gloom and spark remained amidst the chains of dissolution,
    On the deepest night, twisted obsessions ensnared all the dreamers,
    In an abyss of despair and fear with no turning points,
    Even if hope was not a lost cause.

    Twisted obsessions of gloomy fates were the cruel rulers of chaotic existences,
    Once again, they were reborn each nighttime,
    Under the influence of an uncertain order of arcane forces.

    Numbness and slumber remained faithful companions of painful reveries,
    Whenever the desire for despair and sorrow trapped every delight,
    In the midst of the chaos and unknown,
    A game of subjugation and delirium.

    Twisted obsessions and sad insanities,
    Danced on the edges of broken hearts,
    Feeding on the remnants of the soundness of mind,
    Spinning tales of endless binds.

    Sighs of broken promises were released,
    Only to fall into the most profound distress of the night,
    Where shadows became the only lonely and friendly essences,
    And the sun’s happiness was out of sight.

    In such a realm, where reality was fractured,
    Dreams and fears became a forest of drear,
    A fictitious masquerade of hopes defiled,
    By the weight of twisted time.

    Indeed, in the heart of this desolation,
    Every gleam of delight faded away,
    Souls were swallowed by the dark embrace,
    And lost dreams continued to fray.

    Twisted obsessions, relentless and cold,
    Fractured every delight into a shattered mould,
    Leaving behind a void where hope had once dwelled.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • In The Stillness Of The Night

    In The Stillness Of The Night

    In the stillness of the night,
    Murmurs stir in spectral light.
    Moonlight weaves through shadowed trees,
    Casting phantoms in the breeze.

    A faint sound, barely heard,
    Echo is like a ghostly word.
    Fog creeps low upon the ground,
    Silent secrets, none profound.

    Graves stand guard in solemn rows,
    Beneath them, tales of sorrow flow.
    Marble cold and weathered grey,
    Hides the regrets of yesterday.

    Raven’s caw, a haunting cry,
    Pierces through the midnight sky.
    Wings as dark as most bottomless voids,
    On cursed winds, the air devoid.

    In the forest, shadows play,
    Dancing where the moonbeams stray.
    Eyes that gleam with hidden spite,
    Glimmer in the pitch of the night.

    An old house, a forgotten place,
    Windows stares with a hollow face.
    Doors that creak in mournful sighs,
    Shelter memories that won’t die.

    Candles flicker in the gloom,
    Fighting darkness that they loom.
    Ancient clocks tick slowly and fast,
    Counting down to moments past.

    The mirror’s surface, cold and clear,
    Reflects not the living here.
    Figures move when none are near,
    Silent screams you cannot hear.

    Steps that lead to nowhere known,
    Winding paths of moss and stone.
    Ghostly forms that roam and rove,
    Searching for what they once called home.

    In the distance, bells toll low,
    Marking time where none can go.
    Each chime a whisper, soft and thin,
    Inviting all the shadows in.

    And as the night claims all in sight,
    Darkness reigns with quiet might.
    In this realm where fear holds sway,
    Eternity and night will stay.

    So heed the warnings, keep them near,
    For the night holds more than fear.
    In the depths where shadows blend,
    Lies are a place where dreams descend.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Wraiths Of The Beyond

    The Wraiths Of The Beyond

    The wraiths of the beyond,
    In realms far away from the waking thought,
    Where spirits of the past are caught,
    A silent wail, a mournful cry,
    Reverberates through the midnight sky.

    The moon casts down a silver tear,
    Upon a world entwined in fear,
    Where restless souls in shadows wade,
    And memories of the living fade.

    In ghostly halls of ancient stone,
    Where whispers chill every chamber and throne,
    The spectral wraiths begin their dance,
    In macabre, hypnotic trance.

    Their forms, ethereal, shift and sway,
    In rhythms that the dark obeys,
    With eyes like voids, they seek the light,
    After they fled from their eternal night.

    Through mazes of lost despair,
    They glide upon the aether unfair,
    Each step a pulse of silent dread,
    A reminder of a nameless dead.

    An echo from the abyss of gloom,
    Where time forgets to thread its loom,
    Resounds through hollows cold and vast,
    A remnant of a tragic past.

    Their laments rise in eerie song,
    A dirge of all that went so wrong,
    Of hopes that crumbled into dust,
    Of dreams that shattered into rust.

    In their mournful, haunting wail,
    A hidden enigma is concealed,
    A glimpse of what awaits the stars all,
    Beyond the mortal curtain’s fall.

    For death is but a passageway,
    To realms where shadows hold their sway,
    And in the darkness, truths are found,
    Where light has never touched the ground.

    The wraiths return to shadows deep,
    To fade into eternal sleep,
    But still, their shadow lingers near,
    A haunting touch of spectral fear.

    And as the sun begins to rise,
    The darkness whispers its goodbyes,
    Yet, in the heart, an echo stays,
    A ghostly whisper through the days.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Dark Secrets

    Dark Secrets

    Dark secrets in the depths of night,
    Where shadows creep,
    Beneath the veil of moonlight’s gleam.

    A hollow echo in the chamber of fears,
    Summoning silent screams that cannot be heard,
    Lost in the labyrinth of despair.

    Graveyards reveal secrets to the wind,
    Ghouls fly beneath the pale moon’s gaze,
    Where tombstones mark the silence of the dead.

    Cloaked in darkness, truths are unseen,
    Masked by joy, hiding the darkness within,
    Unveiling secrets like cracks in a mirror.

    Shadows linger where light dare not tread,
    In the quietude of night, secrets are bared,
    Revealing tales of sorrow and dread.

    Whispered softly, yet never shared,
    In the stillness of the night, mysteries are unveiled,
    Each desire harbours an untold lore.

    A garden of secrets that darkness stores,
    In the silent hours, secrets speak their truth,
    Glimmering like stars in the night’s embrace,
    Unravelling mysteries that time can’t erase.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Crumbles Of Fear

    Crumbles Of Fear

    Crumbles of fear and despair fell from a dim sky,
    At the sight of the stars dazzling the sky with their shimmering glow of light,
    Luscious dreams were bearing quiescent visions and shadows,
    Overwhelming the kingdom of darkness and discord.

    Bold fantasies faced the scorn of reality,
    However, obsessive longings kept hidden tales of secrecy and absurdity,
    Through fearsome trials at the sight of nightmares and haunting frights,
    While the sagacity of silence overwhelmed the universe.

    Twinkling luminaries cast shadows over the realm of memories and regrets,
    Made of fragments and specks of decay and dust,
    Shining at night when the silent gloom pervaded everything,
    In the dark frost of forgotten visions.

    At the last endless moment of fearless obliviousness,
    Startling teardrops of forsaken losses and repressed yearnings descended on the valley of infinite anguish,
    Silvering the veil of sorrow that the luminaries’ glimmer strove to pierce,
    In the absence of remorse.

    Crumbles of fear became distant relics,
    As long as time’s wicked desire designed the fates with rough edges of despair,
    Disintegrating the remnants of past struggles,
    Amidst the twilight, guiding the pathway through the labyrinth of shadows.

    Glimmers of calmness cast an amiable glow on tormented thoughts,
    While, in the vast infinite darkness, silence reigned supreme,
    Renewing destruction like a precious gift,
    Amidst the chaos and resilient storms of existence.

    Ice crystals coated all the realms of desires and fantasies,
    Shaping ethereal gems that sparkled with a light of anticipation,
    Relic-frozen instants of lost worlds,
    Silent echoes of chimaeras waiting to be awakened.

    Hence, nothing could have been feared than the things to come from a future veiled in uncertainty,
    Where shadows of precariousness soared more preposterously than the promises of tomorrow, tainting fates with drops of fear.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Calmness Of Despair

    The Calmness Of Despair

    The calmness of despair filled the firmament
    Having despised vanity as a tempest broke
    The rain was blowing through the windy clouds
    I was not always used to loving dreams
    Once known as happiness lapses
    I went nowhere for one day
    Getting lost in my dreams
    Oftentimes falling into a snare of deceit
    Empty memories full of tears
    An irreverent game of illusions mangled to pieces trust
    Sadness stood at the doorway of the street
    Among the lies of people staring at it

    The calmness of despair was an intense sorrow between life and death
    The fear of terror and pain was caught in a mirror
    When the darkness obscured the emptiness
    A silent ecstasy appeared in my dreams
    A light gleam blew upon me like a hectic wind
    The storm seemed like a gentle breeze that fades
    Grief and pain desired to endure the cold deathless strife
    The fury and the howling of the sky dismantled every speck of serenity
    Indelebile and invisible amnesia of future mistakes
    A silent mystery of undisclosed obsessions hovered
    The dizziness of uncontrollable desires fell like frozen raindrops
    An obscure fate attempted to escape from fear

    In the calmness of despair’s gloom
    No thought would have been flung loose
    As every idealisation became a crystal inside my heart
    And it was impossible to hope and catch a glimpse behind the lids of unconsciousness
    None of my perceptions could lead me to deliverance
    Being constrained by misunderstanding and obstacles
    I had become a mere shadow of my imagination
    A creature of darkness and invisibility without mirrors
    An infinite dreamscape was soon forgotten in the opalescent darkness
    Every time the night shadows fell down in the desert sky
    Lost in my dreams to be never found
    Whispers and illusions met in a terrible embrace

    The calmness of despair in the abyss
    New emotions and thoughts had died too fast
    As long as time was past
    No oracle was allowed to guess
    I looked at the future all alone
    Before having discovered a labyrinth where I lost myself
    And where the pain had healed my wounds
    Completely awoken and sunken into a desire for absence
    The stillness of anguishes is a melody concealed in the ocean
    My dreams were composed of delights and pangs
    And everything was captivated by beauty and insanity
    Whenever a silent cry faded far away beyond all earthly things.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • In The Darkness Of The Night

    In The Darkness Of The Night

    In the darkness of the night
    The stars shone down on sand walls
    And there shall remain black clouds
    Beneath open flames on a dark sky
    Which set fire to ashes
    The sun shone from over a place above
    In search for every fear in its glare
    Its light slowly descended upon me
    It might still be very cold
    As a dream was born one thousand times

    In the darkness of the night
    The night-at-midnight hesitated
    And I was in the darkness
    It was so loud that words could not depict
    My eyes and my heart were locked
    Although it was still beautiful and sublime
    This dream was never the same
    A shadow burnt my heart
    Each moment the soul was torn
    A desire was claimed for each cry

    In the darkness of the night
    I have discovered my dreams
    I thought they were all unattended
    The dimness endured and stayed
    The memories disappeared in the dawn
    When the sky hung with the stars
    Auburn leaves lit the wind
    The beauty of the glow dwelt in the secret of a dream
    The memories of the tomorrow were gone astray

    In the darkness of the night
    I saw a dream I had to remember
    But it was too late
    And even though the vision came again
    I felt only silence and desolation
    Happiness seemed lost, never to return
    A doomed prospect waited at the gate
    With fluorescent glow and deceitful attire
    Tangled in a shining glass made of illusions
    Life is a moment of sheer consciousness

    In the darkness of the night
    My eyes have no reply
    I wonder and doubt not
    As I break the stage of time
    The secret echoes tingle
    I wonder why I need an end to change
    These scars will alter just for all I know
    The light is known as the glow of the clouds
    The silence has a final touch because there is no one to wait
    Strolling in the sky, I disappear as a faint glimmer of light.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Gloomy Skies

    Gloomy Skies

    Gloomy skies and oceans of white
    I could never hear my dreams
    Still so lonely but not always alive
    My memories must be everywhere
    For the rain came upon me
    And all night was gone
    I was lost and now moved
    No hope on earth
    On my path, too many forms of dreams appeared
    As the most divine knowledge

    Gloomy skies were phoney and shady
    The sun was hot and grey
    With its silver hues that fly high
    I could not hear my voice all around me, like in a memory
    A thoughtful life’s beauty should now come
    Gone forever as life departs
    The sky was long and sad
    Winter morning dew and clouds
    Massive waves for a new day
    Specks of snow were all around

    Gloomy skies have fallen apart
    Clouds bloomed to ascend
    The wind left behind one of the branches of a hollow tree
    My heart kept moving fast with no sweet delight
    A small flower was pierced by a pale morning
    A shade came in haste
    I could see the dimness of the day
    My dread had disappeared like an ordinary river
    Falling into the clouds, I was gone
    And there was no time to be silent in the shadow

    Gloomy skies were hidden behind a blaze
    Tears became sweet like myrtle
    A dark and dreary day has trapped me
    The clouds were so thick and heavy
    It felt like they were suffocating the world below
    I couldn’t help but feel a sense of sorrow
    Everything looked dull and lifeless
    As the world had been drained of all its colour
    The rain continued to fall, and the clouds slowly began to break apart
    I felt a sense of longing and a shrug of resignation

    Gloomy skies falling like raindrops
    The rain made everything glisten and sparkle
    The sound of the drops smashed the soil
    And everything seemed to slow down
    Despite the darkness and the sadness
    I took a moment to pause and reflect, to gather my strengths for brighter days ahead
    The gloomy skies reminded me that even in the darkest of times
    There is always a glimmer of light waiting to shine through a forgotten dream
    The very memories run when not everything has become a fair and loving thought
    And the fear of happiness remains as some divine benefit flies away.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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