Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: Finality

  • The Last Night

    The Last Night

    The last night unfolded beneath a sky cloaked in shadows,
    A tattered tapestry was woven with memories of love and loss.
    Stars flickered dimly, reflecting fading recollections.
    In the quiet, the heart thudded heavily,
    A farewell to all that had been cherished.

    With every sigh, inevitability settled deeper,
    Wrapping around the soul like a cold shroud.
    Conversations once vibrant dwindled to whispers,
    The air was overloaded with unspoken goodbyes.
    Each pause stood as a memory of what had slipped away,
    As silence engulfed the space between words.

    The night grew long, stretching into eternity,
    Echoing with the ghosts of choices made.
    Shadows crept closer, intertwining with dark thoughts,
    Faces appeared in fleeting visions,
    Their smiles faded into the abyss of sorrow,
    As longings mingled with the chill of despair.

    Time felt suspended; the universe held its breath,
    Allowing the heart to linger in anguish,
    As dawn approached, it bore the weight of endings.
    Each ray of light served as a cruel reminder
    Of the last night that passed into oblivion,
    A darkness that would not quickly release its grip.

    Lingering warmth brushed against the remnants,
    Yet even in light, memories clung to the air,
    Etched into the soul, a monument to finality,
    The last night, a bittersweet elegy,
    Haunting the chambers of remembrance,
    A reminder of love intertwined with loss.

    As the stars faded, so did the last night,
    Leaving behind echoes of what had been,
    A sombre farewell whispered into the dawn.
    Yet within that silence, a glimmer remained,
    The promise that even in endings,
    Life continued, ever turning, ever aching.

    Reveries danced like shadows in the fading light,
    Each heartbeat resonated with the weight of dreams lost in the eternity,
    The final night lingered, whispering truths and lies,
    A haunting reminder that all things must part.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Last Midnight

    The Last Midnight

    The last midnight had drawn near,
    Its shadow was cold and sharp with fear.
    The wind, once howling, had stilled to nought,
    As darkness claimed the light, it sought.

    The last midnight hung heavy in the air,
    A curse, a promise, a final snare.
    No stars had pierced the sky that night,
    Only endless blackness in its fading light.

    They had waited in the decaying halls,
    Where silence seeped through fractured walls.
    The last midnight loomed with fate’s cold hand,
    A doom too close to understand.

    Eyes had watched the hands tick slowly,
    As if time itself feared the blow.
    For the last midnight was nearly here,
    Bringing with it dread and fear.

    The air had thickened, dense and still,
    As shadows danced with a cruel will.
    The moments passed like final breaths,
    Each one was steeped in the scent of death.

    The last midnight struck its hollow tone,
    And from the void, no mercy was shown.
    A bell that tolled from the depths of night,
    Had sealed the fate with its final bite.

    The heart had ceased, the soul withdrew,
    As darkness deepened and shadows grew.
    No solace came, no saving hand,
    For the days had met their cursed end.

    The last midnight had claimed its due,
    The curse fulfilled, the terror true.
    The wind outside resumed its cry,
    As the soul left with a whispered sigh.

    The mansion had stood in endless gloom,
    Each corner was steeped in haunted doom.
    The last midnight lingered on the walls,
    Echoing still through empty halls.

    And when the final hour passed,
    It left behind a vast silence.
    No dawn would rise, no morning bright,
    Only the void of endless night.

    The last midnight was all that stayed,
    A memory lost in darkness’ shade.
    No living soul to mourn, to weep,
    For all had drifted into sleep.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Infinite Darkness

    The Infinite Darkness

    The infinite darkness crept over the world,
    A veil so impenetrable, no light unfurled,
    In shadows profound, where silence reigned,
    Only specs of sorrow faintly remained.
    The moon, once bright, was now cast in gloom,
    Surrendering its glow to the infinite tomb.

    Beneath the heavens, void and stark,
    A restless whisper clung to the dark,
    Forgotten dreams were laid to waste,
    Swallowed whole with ungodly haste.
    The infinite darkness, cold and still,
    Devoured the soul, crushed the will.

    No star remained in the desolate sky,
    Only the wind’s morbid sigh,
    Through crumbled towers and withered trees,
    A graveyard of lost, forlorn pleas.
    The infinite darkness shrouded all,
    A bleak abyss without recall.

    The hour was late, the world grew numb,
    To the mournful beat of a ghostly drum.
    Voices long buried rose once more,
    Whispers of anguish at death’s door.
    The infinite darkness spread its reign,
    Boundless, eternal, all in vain.

    It claimed the hearts of those who wept,
    It haunted the dreams of those who slept.
    In every crevice, every space,
    It loomed like a spectre, leaving no trace
    Of the world that was, the days of light,
    All faded now in endless night.

    The infinite darkness fed on despair,
    Its breath a chill, an empty stare,
    It pulled the living toward the grave,
    For none, not one, could hope to be saved.
    In its embrace, no warmth remained,
    Only the chill of shadows, unrestrained.

    In the distance, a bell did toll,
    A knell for every lost soul.
    The infinite darkness had won its war,
    Leaving behind an open scar
    Upon the earth, upon the sky,
    A place where even death could die.

    The infinite darkness closed its grip,
    Tight as a chain, cold as a crypt.
    And in that void, so vast, so stark,
    Nothing was left but an endless dark.
    The infinite darkness, now complete,
    Bore the silence of final defeat.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Trapped Inside

    Trapped Inside

    Trapped inside
    by Esther Elizabeth Racah

    She was trapped inside those walls of stone,
    Trapped inside a box that was too small for the hope of finding a home.
    The air was void, the light was none,
    And every breath weighed more than lead.

    She scratched, she pounded, she screamed in vain,
    But silence mocked her endless strain.
    The box did not relent nor break,
    As fate tightened the chains of her fate.

    The walls were near, yet out of reach,
    Their cold touch whispered of defeat.
    Each corner held a darker shade,
    As light and hope began to fade.

    Cruel fate, the weaver of that snare,
    Threaded her despair with bitter care.
    An unseen hand that bound her soul,
    Ensuring that she would never be whole.

    She twisted, she turned, she tried to flee,
    But every movement tightened her.
    Her mind, a prisoner of its own,
    A labyrinth of fears unknown.

    Fate laughed, a sound so cold and bare,
    As dreams dissolved into burnt air.
    The box was small, yet endless too,
    A world she could not travel through.

    And so she sat, resigned, alone,
    That box, her cage, became her throne.
    No door to open, no path to take,
    Just fate and nothingness were the cruel architects of deception.

    In that confined, eternal space,
    She saw no end, no saving grace.
    The walls closed in, the ceiling fell,
    And she was lost within its hell.

    Fate smiled, its grip tight and strong,
    As she remained where she belonged.
    In that box, that wretched place,
    She faced the truth, the final trace.

    That there she’d stay, trapped and bound,
    By fate’s decree, without a sound.
    Trapped inside, with no light to find
    And no rescue to find.

    That box owned her for eternity,
    Trapped inside fate,
    Trapped in silence,
    Trapped inside death,
    With no escape.

  • The Abyss of Death

    The Abyss of Death

    The Abyss of Death
    by Esther Elizabeth Racah

    Then came the abyss of death, deep and wide,
    Where all must fall, where none could hide.
    The abyss of death, it called to stars,
    A silent plea, eternally.
    In that endless chasm, the longing was laid to sleep.
    The void embraced lost regret,
    And whispered, “Here, soon forget.”

    The cold was vast, the dark complete,
    And close behind, it hurt so endearing.
    For death, it took it all,
    Secret longings for lost hopes fell.
    The void consumed what life remained,
    And left behind the husks of pain.
    A hollow shell of what was,
    Now drifting in eternity.

    Finally, in that dark, quiet peace,
    A welcome end, a soft release.
    The chains of life that bound the soul,
    Were broken as control was lost.
    And though the blackness held tight,
    There was no fear; no light was seen.
    For, in the end, all must face,
    The emptiness of death’s embrace.

    The abyss keeps waiting for every heart,
    To draw in, to tear apart.
    What once was love, or hope, or fear,
    It was swallowed by the depths so near.
    No longer was there a yearning to see,
    For death has stolen that away.
    And in the abyss of death, wide and vast,
    Peace and rest were finally found.

    In that abyss, where none return,
    The fires of life no longer burn.
    All that was, now shadows thin,
    A spectre lost in an endless spin.
    Memories that once were clear,
    Are fading echoes, far from here.
    The void cradled every thought,
    Until there was no more to be sought.

    And so it sailed, no longer bound,
    By mortal coils or earthly sound.
    No time, no space, no fear, no care,
    Just an endless night, just empty air.
    What lay beyond was not known,
    For in this abysm, growth ceased.
    The abyss of death claimed the final breath,
    And there, the stillness of the end was found.

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