Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: gloom

  • Among Shadows And Monsters

    Among Shadows And Monsters

    Among shadows and monsters, I was left to hover
    Merciless was the despair inside my broken heart, since misery ruled my life, condemning me to wander endlessly. I was left to merciless ghouls haunting me like wicked demons; all of them reminded me of the past I’ve forever tried to flee.

    Time twisted around me like a serpent, devouring every trace of the glow of a dream, while I wandered among whispers and sighs of all those aborted dreams of mine that I couldn’t save anymore. It felt as though I were seeing my decay with my eyes and I couldn’t find any redemption or rescue from my fate.

    I was adrift in a sinking boat during a winter night storm, all alone facing death. Nobody would ever give attention to my defeat but only me. In the quiet void, my voice was lost like a resentful wind howling without being heard. And in that very moment, I realised and accepted my loneliness and my doomed fate.

    My solitude and misery became my companions while an infernal stupor obsessed my mind, leading me to folly through its betrayal. I sat on my throne of darkness and became queen of the kingdom of shadows and black roses. I was no longer afraid of ghouls and monsters because I had come to be a creature of the night.

    In the abyss of anguish, I ruled over my fears and obsessions. My madness became my loyal reflection. All my fragilities and insecurities morphed into mirrors, thorns and candlesticks. Although I was among shadows and monsters, my fears no longer possessed me; instead, they carved arcane signs on my skin from which I bled.

    I discovered delight in my pains and built my castle from disdain. In magnificence and death, I married oblivion and I erased my name from the book of living souls. The stillness of eternity waited for me and I vanished into the aether. I was in the shadows and in the wind, in clouds and stars. I was an ephemeral gloom and a fleeting shadow, a transfiguration.
    Elisabetta

  • Macabre Dreams

    Macabre Dreams

    Macabre dreams descended like heavy rain on the realm of delusions,
    Transforming desires into distasteful visions,
    Where shadows writhed in the dim fog’s embrace,
    And twisted despairs occurred through the vast ocean of mirages.

    The stars and the moon were surrounded by a dim emptiness,
    Casting ghoulish shapes upon the walls of the night.
    A mournful wind disclosed secrets into hollow trees and dead flowers,
    Its outcry was a dirge that brought the whole realm to collapse.

    Phantoms wandered through the fields of forgotten woe,
    Tracing paths where only the lost dared to go.
    Their hollow laughter filled the startling ambience,
    Chilling the hearts of those who still rambled there.

    A spectre emerged from the gloom, draped in decay,
    With eyes like dim embers that slowly burned away.
    Its touch, a cold shiver, crept through the bones,
    Raising the cries of a thousand forgotten moans.

    Beneath the earth, where silence claimed its kingdom,
    And coffins murmured secrets of a restless death,
    The graves began to stir with a profound longing,
    As if yearning to rise from their slumbering soil.

    In this land where light dared not linger anymore,
    Hope dissolved, and sanity withered away.
    Time unravelled, thread by thread until nought remained,
    But the shroud of despair, eternally stained.

    Macabre dreams bloomed like tainted flames, unending,
    Their burning caress, relentless, always descending.
    No dawn would pierce this nightmarish domain,
    For here, the darkness reigned, unbroken, unfeigned.

    The whispers of the abyss grew ever near,
    Clawing at the remnants of a life once held dear.
    The burning moans of delusional dreamers grew louder, more distinct,
    Till even the silence trembled on the brink.

    And so the realm lay adrift, a world without reprieve,
    Where even the dead had no respite to grieve.
    An abyss of madness and cruelty was in its demise,
    For eternity and beyond.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Whispers in the Gloom

    Whispers in the Gloom

    Whispers in the gloom, in the abyss of shadows, where no light gleams,
    A cursed wind stirs midnight dreams.
    Through halls and corridors of ancient stone,
    The whispers rise, a hollowed moan.

    Beneath the vault of blackened skies,
    Where graves of mystery in silence lie,
    The earth does tremble, cold and bare,
    As phantoms wail in lost despair.

    Within the castle’s crumbling walls,
    A chilling echo softly calls,
    From darkened rooms and passageways untold,
    Where time has decayed, all that’s bold.

    The portraits watch with eerie and ghostly eyes,
    The souls of those who dared defy.
    Their faces twist in frozen pain,
    Trapped forever, lost, astray.

    The moon, a pale and spectral sight,
    Shines down upon the cursed night.
    It bathes the land in a ghostly glow,
    And feeds the fear that lurks below.

    The trees, once green, are now twisted, rare,
    Reach out like claws into the air.
    They scrape and groan, their limbs entwined,
    As though they grasp for what they’ve pined.

    In every gust, a voice resounds,
    A tale of grief that knows no bounds.
    Of love once pure, now turned to dust,
    Of hearts betrayed and broken trust.

    A maiden fair with golden hair,
    Once, she wandered those halls with a soft embrace.
    Her beauty bright, her merriment a delight,
    But darkness stole her soul one night.

    She wanders now, a ghostly wraith,
    Her eyes alight with long-lost faith.
    Her hands reach out, but none remain
    To save her from eternal pain.

    The ancient bell begins to toll,
    A knell that shakes the very soul.
    Its ringing marks the hour of doom,
    The end for all who dare presume.

    And in the depths, the darkness grows,
    Its tendrils creeping, slow and close.
    It claims the lost, the broken, the weak,
    It finds the hearts that dare to seek.

    A wandering spirit, with steps unsure,
    Might fall into the darkness’ lure.
    For whispers in the gloom will swell,
    In lands where shadows ever dwell.
    The night is long, and none may tell.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Rain of Darkness

    Rain of Darkness

    Rain of darkness fell that night, black and thick as tar. It coated the windows, sliding down in slow, oily rivulets, obscuring the world beyond. The streets outside were nothing but shadows, swallowed by the heavy downpour that drowned out all other sounds. The wind howled like a beast in the distance, but its cries were muted, overwhelmed by the suffocating storm.

    Rain of darkness soaked the earth, turning it into a quagmire of mud and decay. Trees bent and creaked under their weight, their branches snapping like brittle bones. The sky above was an endless void, with no stars and no moon to guide the way. Only the relentless black rain, falling in heavy sheets, smothered all in its path. The scent of enigma and decay was melting in the damp evening air, weaving through the tangled shadows of an ancient forest like something dead and forgotten for a long time.

    Rain of darkness filled every inch of solid ground, choking trees and meadows with its oppressive presence as it ran through the forest. Each instant sank into the soggy ground, pulling dreams deeper into the mire. It suffocated the light, leaving only the faintest glimmer of hope trapped beneath the weight of despair. The path ahead was obscured, swallowed by the inky blackness of the storm. Nothing could be heard behind; the rain muffled every mortal trace, and it was still there, still relentless.

    A rain of darkness haunted the woods like a furious ghoul as the night stretched on. There was no shelter there, no safety in the depths of the woods. The storm would never cease, and it became perpetually a predator that would never stop. The rain would fall forever, drowning out the world until there was nothing left but shadows and darkness. And then, even the shadows would fade in the emptiness.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Blank Silence

    Blank Silence

    Blank silence filled the solitary mansion as if the very air had been stilled by unseen hands. The echoes of sighs, once alive and vibrant voices, were now long dead, leaving only an oppressive quiet that seeped into the walls. The moon outside cast a frost and pale glow through the decayed windows, but even its light seemed muted, as though it dared not bother the stillness.

    Blank silence ruled the ancient residence, its weight pressing down on every surface. There had been a time when happiness and dreams resounded there when the sound of life loaded the halls. Now, only shadows remained, creeping and crawling over the furniture, whispering secrets that no one could ever hear. The rhythmic sway of a pendulum clock once measured time, but even that had ceased. Time itself had frozen, trapped in the grip of this hollow stillness.

    Blank silence settled deep into those who wandered through the mansion, searching for something that could no longer be remembered. The wind stroked the faded wallpaper; dead leaves ran over dusty books and cracked mirrors. But nothing looked back. There were no reflections here, no memories to cling to—only the vast emptiness stretching on and on. Invisible steps were soundless, and a ghostly breath barely could become a whisper in the choking air.

    Blank silence consumed everything, swallowing the house and all within it. The portraits on the walls stared out with blank, lifeless eyes, and the furniture seemed to sag under the weight of years. No one could tell how long they had been wandering, how many nights they had spent drifting through these halls. Time had lost all meaning here. The silence was eternal, an endless void that had stripped away all sense of reality. There was no sound, no voice, no cry. Only the hollow echo of nothingness stretched out before those who dared to wander, promising no escape.
    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

  • 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

  • Darkness and Dreams

    Darkness and Dreams

    Darkness and dreams had held the night in thrall,
    A realm where shadows whispered, devouring all.
    Through endless voids, where fear took root,
    The path was lost beneath each haunting foot.

    The moon’s dim light, swallowed by dreams,
    Faltered under darkness’s ruthless schemes.
    Dreams, like phantoms, twisted through the air,
    Filling cursed streets with cold despair.

    Beneath a sky where nightmares reigned,
    The ink-stained sea had swallowed all in vain.
    Dreams surged like tides in an eerie dance,
    Drawing all into a deep, shadowed trance.

    A tower had loomed, wrapped in endless night,
    Where dreams turned dark and extinguished all light.
    Hope had become a fleeting gleam,
    Swallowed whole by a dream’s dark scream.

    Stars, once bright, had been shrouded in gloom,
    Flickering like dreams caught in an endless doom.
    In the darkness, the voids had whispered low,
    Of secrets, the dreamworld wished to show.

    Shadows had gathered, thick as fears,
    Spinning dreams, entwining years.
    Darkness, a shroud that wouldn’t lift,
    Had carried dreams in an endless drift.

    Dreams of escape had faltered and bent,
    Crushed beneath darkness’s cruel descent.
    A realm of sleep where none could flee,
    As dreams became a cold reality.

    The iron gate had gleamed, a portal to dread,
    Guarded by dreams of the nameless dead.
    In the depths, darkness had claimed its throne,
    Where dreams of light were overthrown.

    Freedom had vanished, consumed by night,
    As dreams, unrelenting, had held their might.
    No dawn, no hope, no distant gleam,
    Only the endless dark and dream.

    Darkness and dreams, forever entwined,
    Had woven a prison around the mind.
    A soul, once free, had been lost to the dimness,
    Bound to dreams, never coming back.

    Thus, in shadows where nightmares slept,
    Darkness and dreams in silence crept.
    In endless night, the fate had been sealed,
    Where darkness and dreams were forever revealed.

    In shadows deep, where nightmares gleamed,
    Darkness and dreams had reigned supreme.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Lost Hopes

    Lost Hopes

    Lost Hopes
    by Esther Elizabeth Racah

    Lost hopes once bright with life, the path had become dim,
    For hopes that burned had been lost to whim.
    A bitter wind had stolen the flame,
    And bound to endless shame.
    The echoes of the soul’s desire,
    Drifted as ash from a dying fire.
    The distant skies were gazed upon,
    But no stars, no guiding prize, were seen.

    For what was hope but a fragile thread,
    That broke beneath the weight of dread?
    And all the wishes softly spun,
    Were torn apart when the day was done.
    Hands, once prosperous, had grasped at the air,
    At remnants of a past unfair.
    The dreams nurtured tenderly,
    They were scattered like autumn leaves.

    Through the empty halls, a wandering occurred,
    Where faded voices haunted the walls.
    Their whispers, faint, rose and fell,
    A mournful hymn, a lover’s call.
    But all was lost, no solace found,
    In those hollowed places, so profound.
    The hopes held had bled away,
    Like the dying light of a winter’s day.

    Lost hopes, as the night embraced the land,
    The touch of death’s cold hand was felt.
    Softly whispered in the void,
    “Your dreams have vanished; the end draws near.”
    No longer was the tide fought,
    For all was lost, and hope had died.

    The winds of fate had stripped bare,
    And left in the bitter air.
    Where once the light of promise gleamed,
    Now shadows ruled, and nothing dreamed.
    Each fleeting wish, each silent prayer,
    Had vanished in the growing despair.
    The days of mirth, joy, and gaiety,
    They were buried deep where they belonged.

    Through a world undone, wandering occurred,
    Where all was dark, and none were there
    To offer solace, warmth, or care—
    Just hollow winds that chilled the air.
    The roads walked were cold and bleak,
    With no horizon left to seek.
    And so drifting occurred, lost in gloom,
    A spectre wandering through endless doom.

    Lost hopes, in the end, all hope faded,
    A fleeting light that could not stay.
    No dreams remained to guide the way,
    Just an endless night and endless grey.
    And though searching with longing eyes,
    No stars shone, and no dawn rose.
    The final echo of the plea,
    It was silence, cold eternity.

    Lost hopes, forever gone,
    Lost hopes, forever gone.

  • A Doomed Life

    A Doomed Life

    A doomed life, it once began,
    Beneath the sun and stars, life’s fleeting span.
    The days were bright, the nights serene,
    But shadows stirred, unseen, obscene.

    In the stillness of a forsaken night,
    These halls were walked where shadows bite.
    The walls, once lavish, now crumbled to dust,
    Held secrets of lives turned to rust.

    An ancient decayed portrait stares with dread,
    Watching over the chambers where dreams had fled.
    Fragments of euphoria, long decayed,
    Whispered of joy that darkness betrayed.

    Once there was light in this cursed abode,
    But fate, unkind, took its heavy load.
    The gardens bloomed with divine colours,
    Now twisted and tangled in death’s cold design.

    In those flowers, a tale was sown,
    Of hope abandoned, of seeds overthrown.
    Every petal fell like a broken dream,
    Drowning in life’s wicked schemes.

    A doomed life, it was said,
    From the lips of the living and the dead.
    The winds that howled through empty chambers,
    Carrying the weight of ancient tombs.

    The days of youthful grace are recalled,
    When love lit up each weathered face.
    But soon, the fates, with cruel disdain,
    Bound every heart in chains of pain.

    The storm rolled in with thunderous might,
    Crushing hope beneath the night.
    The fires of joy were smothered fast,
    Leaving only ash, memories cast.

    Nonetheless, these haunted walls were roamed by shadows,
    Listening to the silence as it calls.
    Every corner speaks of despair,
    A doomed life trapped within its snare.

    The halls, once bright with life’s fair bloom,
    Became the dwelling of endless gloom.
    Every gust, a fleeting sigh,
    In this place where all must die.

    And so the wandering goes on, lost and alone,
    A phantom in a house of stone.
    No escape from sorrow’s knife,
    Bound forever to a doomed life.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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