Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: frenzy

  • A Shallow Melancholy

    A Shallow Melancholy

    A shallow melancholy caught me in the labyrinth of torment and insomnia. My heart was pierced and disheartened by senseless whirlwinds of despair and anguish.

    I didn’t know where I was headed, but I could only feel a tremendous intimidation inside myself. A vast, gloomy shadow wouldn’t allow me to see beyond the horizon.

    I had no destination, and it seemed that I had no free choice to escape from that doomed fate of mine. The haze was so dense, and the night was so dark that I couldn’t find any portal to allow me to escape.

    I screamed to the stars, but they refused to listen to my voice, and I was cast away from their gaze for eternity. The everlasting darkness granted me the utmost agony, and sorrow lulled me to a fatal slumber.

    Although I cherished my dreams, they vanished into the ashes of decay. Solitude and loneliness had spellbound me with their sombre and mournful enchantment.

    In a mystic aura, I was viscously bound to a magical realm of lost spirits and wicked wraiths, which whispered their laments to my ears.

    I knew not who I had become and what my name was. So much confused and chaotic was the state of my heart that it sank deeply into the abyss of havoc.

    I fell into ecstasy and bliss, enjoying my decay and every pang bestowed upon my heart. Hurt and frantic, I shed tears of bliss and elation.

    My sobs and sighs broke the solemn silence that remained my most loyal companion in that kingdom of demise and chagrin.

    Frenzy distressed me, and turmoil shattered my heart. I embraced the bitter emptiness, hovering like an ethereal creature in search of magic vaults and secret forests.

    And there were no beginnings nor ends in the domain of the shallow melancholy. I dangled from spectral threads that drew me into my perpetual disintegration. And I lay there, claimed by the hereafter.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • Extravagant Flowers

    Extravagant Flowers

    Extravagant flowers bloomed under the shape of luscious desires,
    In the nighttime darkness, they glowed in all their lush,
    A manifestation of fearlessness and carelessness veiled in madness.

    Bleeding flowers blossomed in the garden of doom,
    Where the land was soaked in blood and tears,
    Profane dreams were made of darkness and sorrow,
    Surrounded by the scent of dirty nightmares.

    Every statue in this luscious park was corrupted by the scent of frivolity,
    A labyrinth where completely oblivious travellers, delusional romantics,
    Wandered, losing themselves amidst the shadows of hollow trees.

    A storm of horror overwhelmed the garden,
    A blast of fear tormented the extravagant flowers,
    Leaving crystal blood drops to shine bright under the pale moonlight of dreadful dreams,
    Among the twisted branches of trees, where shadows swirled in trepidation.

    Time no longer existed in this realm of manias and insanity,
    Luscious blossoms became bleeding flowers during ominous nightmares,
    In a secret realm where turmoil ruled supreme,
    The garden of beauty and blood nourished itself on a storm of horrors.

    Sanity had lost its battle against the dominant frenzy,
    Foolish desires ruled this magical, decaying world,
    Where lavish and extravagant flowers bloomed in wild beauty,
    And the sanguinary blossoms thrived in their crimson, sorrowful decay.

    Fountains of amnesia adorned the garden,
    Their waters glistened a red glow under a darkened sky,
    Whispering promises of freedom, although they lured only deeper into oblivion,
    With their aromatic bleeding petals wet with forsaken tears.

    Extravagant flowers intoxicated the air with their fragrance of opulence,
    A perfume that clouded all the senses,
    Numbing reason and igniting insatiable longings
    For more—more dreams, more madness, more of this luscious delirium.

    This luscious maze, once filled with beauty, spiralled into a darkened utopia,
    Where bleeding flowers and lush desires intertwined,
    Feeding on the decay, the obsessions, and the fleeting hopes of delusional hearts.
    Its embrace was eternal, a cold and empty trap,
    Where the most dreadful agony wielded the most power.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • A Frenzy Of Delights

    A Frenzy Of Delights

    A frenzy of delights and distant dreams dissolved like dust in the wind,
    While lurking fears hid underneath a cloud of dark specks of nightmares,
    When nothing was ever indeed revealed in the realm of illusions and folly.

    Startling stars became the guide of defeated dreamers,
    Causing the fragile shadows to fade away in the infinite,
    Once, the obliviousness cast its gaze, drifting far away and seeking solace.

    When frailties surrendered at the sight of the relentless march of time,
    In the quiet dance of longings, each flicker of light was veiled by the haze of doubt and fear,
    The uncertainty of a faint glimmer of hope lingered in the darkest corners of the night.

    Whispering secrets of forsaken dreams and broken promises stumbled through the labyrinth of fate,
    Echoing in the void of lost hopes and shattered illusions,
    And clutching onto fragments of resilience amidst the chaos of uncertainty and despair.

    For in the depths of darkness, where shadows reigned supreme,
    Lies became the sparks of redemption, as glimmers of delusions that refused to be obliterated,
    As soon as the dawn of new blisses emerged from the chaos.

    A frenzy of delights and anguishes waited to be revealed,
    Following a path shrouded in instability and concealed oaths,
    A stairway made of betrayal and gamble.

    Gasps of dark omens traversed through the maze of dangers and despair,
    An eerie presage chilled the nocturnal wind,
    Determined to chase happiness and comfort.

    Silence remained the ultimate guardian of enigmas,
    Residing in the chambers of secrecy,
    Where arcana lingered like ghosts in the night.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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