Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: Ghostly Figures

  • Shadows of the Eternal Night

    Shadows of the Eternal Night

    Shadows of the eternal night were hiding beyond the darkness,
    Veiled dreams coiling, drifting on winds so cold,
    Lost secrets tangled in webs of sorrowed stillness.

    The stars retired, their light consumed in a dimmed haze,
    Where spectres roamed through time-worn graves,
    And ancient oaths in hollow whispers praised.

    Each flower upon this hexed soil bore tales,
    Of souls long bound to sorrow’s endless plights,
    Where hope decayed, and love’s fair visage paled.

    Soft reveries became just faded vestiges,
    And scepticism obliterated every dream and desire,
    In a realm of brutality where beauty and magnificence were replaced by platitude.

    Beneath the nocturnal veil where promise hovered,
    Resided the sighs of anguish, drawn and lost,
    In silent mourning, under a moonless sky.

    Forgotten rhymes drifted like autumn leaves,
    Their faint sorrows lingered in the void,
    Bound by fate, in nights that never cleaved.

    Ghostly guises disclosed tales upon the mist,
    Of fragile lives now tethered to regret,
    In shadows ruling ominously whenever light and passions desisted.

    Ancient idols crumbled, haunted by decay,
    Their marbled stares held secrets left untold,
    A vigil kept for dawn that slipped away.

    The wind lamented in hollow, cadenced tones,
    Its chilling gusts were a requiem for hope,
    Where life withdrew, and death in darkness honed.

    The trees, with their dreary branches gnarled and bare,
    They were sentinels cast in the eerie twilight gloom,
    Witnesses to pain none could ever repair.

    Beneath the roots weaved webs of betrayal,
    Embracing misery, sealing completely dead vows,
    In earth-bound glooms, cursed and locked within.

    Each stone was engraved with words no vernacular may utter,
    A silent litany for spirits confined,
    By time’s cruel decree, eternally they sought.

    Shadows of the eternal night lingered, ruling among ruins and mournings,
    Where all was torn from life and love,
    And nothing remained bound to light or worlds unseen.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • A Night of Illusions

    A Night of Illusions

    A night of illusions and dreams in the realm of nowhere,
    Where shadows crept, and whispers filled the still, damp air.
    The moon hung low, a pale ghost in the starry sky,
    Casting spectral light on graves long and dry.

    Winds howled like banshees through trees long dead,
    Their gnarled branches reached, filled with dread.
    Crimson leaves scattered in the night,
    Cloaked in darkness, absent of light.

    A night of illusions, where reality frayed,
    Through twisted paths, a figure strayed.
    Each step grew heavier, like feet carved from stone,
    The ground below whined, archaic and cold as bone.

    Eyes glowed from hollows, hidden in the darkness,
    Watching every move, waiting to strike, heartless.
    A chill crept down each spine, freezing all breath,
    The air was thick with decay, the scent of death.

    In the distance, a chapel, broken and bleak,
    Its doors cracked open with a hollow creak.
    It beckoned, its silence heavy with dread,
    Inside, only wails of the forsaken dead.

    Candles flickered, faint embers on the wall,
    Casting eerie shadows, giants dark and tall.
    The silence screamed louder than any sound,
    As knees touched the cold, stone ground.

    The wind seemed to whisper a forgotten name,
    A soul trapped forever in a cold, endless flame.
    Cobwebs clung to the altar, brittle and old,
    Where stories of sorrow and death had been told.

    Mysterious figures appeared, cloaked in tattered black,
    Their hollow gaze stared a shadow at the back.
    They beckoned forward into the abyss,
    Promising solace with ghostly grimaces.

    A night of illusions and nightmares, an entranced and silent visitation,
    As mist gathered thickly, a mournful pall.
    Deeper ghouls went through crypts of stone,
    Where no heart had beat, no seed had been sown.

    A voice whispered, soft and clear,
    “Welcome to your fate; you belong here.”
    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

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