Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: Gothic Verse

  • The Infinite Abyss Of Despair

    The Infinite Abyss Of Despair

    The infinite abyss of despair and death
    In an endless tunnel of oblivion and loss
    I’m always there like a bound creature without free will
    I cannot escape from that dungeon deprived of freedom and choice
    Whispering to the rain, I wait for my end to arrive
    So much anxiety and fear crushed my heart into a thousand pieces
    And now I’m just a shadow of myself
    A creature invisible to the multitude who denies my existence
    A noose around my neck tightens almost as if it wants to strangle and annihilate me

    Hence I proceed without trembling towards my endless torment and agony
    In an infinite loop of life and death
    I continuously died to be reborn and I was ceaselessly reborn to die
    Now and forever
    Nowhere and everywhere
    Ensnared by voices that pull me downward — forevermore
    Seeking refuge among cloudy skies and storms
    Seeking salvation among the voiceless creatures of nature

    Wandering at the sound of raindrops and wind gusts
    Under the weight of guilt and unforgiveness
    Followed by the ghosts of those whom I once loved and cherished most
    I ended up in the infinite abyss of despair and misery
    While listening to the echo of my sighs and silent sobs

    Everything emptied my heart into nothingness
    Everything consumed me, reducing me to a voiceless pale phantom with a lifeless soul

    And suddenly obstinate sounds resounded around me
    They reminded me about the fragility of life and joy
    Indeed, everything was destined to decay and perish
    Even the silence in my heart

    The dark emptiness stared at me
    While I mourned endlessly my lost favourite affections
    In an endless funeral with bitter tears and sadness

    So I renounced every reflection of mine
    Living in self-loathing and contempt of my heart
    In the infinite abyss of despair and death
    Elisabetta

  • The Oracle Of The Withered Roots

    The Oracle Of The Withered Roots

    The oracle of the withered roots stood silent above me,
    As I wandered beneath a sky split by its eye
    While silence whispered thunders and nightmares,
    And the origins of the world gnarled like a bone-stuffed monster
    Its speech was in a tongue older than rot.

    They called it the oracle,
    The tree that remembered all betrayals,
    and fed on forgotten truths.

    Around it, ash-walkers and crawling fates
    circled around the blue flame of judgment,
    and I, unnamed, felt the mark sear through my skin,
    As slashes that revealed my defeat and destruction.

    All kinds of nasty creatures surrounded me as I was their potential prey,
    They were ready to violate and devour me,
    They were there to rip my heart apart into infinite fragments of dreams.

    Each tree was the custodian of skulls and arcane rituals,
    As they moved forward their sacred flame,
    A blaze blue like the deepest abyss of solitude.

    Tempted to adore this blue flame or this blue fire by all these creatures that at times seemed obsessed by it, at times frightened.
    From these spirits and monsters, I could perceive fears and enthusiasts and enthusiasms that alternated in their life, which could not be called joyful, gentle, or even glad.

    The oracle of the withered roots gazed through its curious and overbearing eye, trying to peer into my heart, but in vain. My soul was a labyrinth of torments and delights, and being unable to discern its true essence, it grew angry with me and condemned me to a restless and uneasy life, to wander in search of myself.

    The skulls smiled at me with their grin,
    which seemed more like a mockery,
    as if to say: “Soon enough, you too shall join our kingdom.”

    The other winged creatures brushed past me
    With their curious, cunning eyes,

    as if to urge me to leap
    into the abyss of the unknown —

    At first, it appeared to be a small pond,
    in truth, it concealed a chasm of nothingness.
    Elisabetta

  • The Echoes Of The Abyss

    The Echoes Of The Abyss

    The echoes of the abyss faded away into twilight’s grip,
    Where shadows merged,
    An ancient whisper started to surge,
    A spectral chant, a dismal hymn,
    Having echoed from the void within.

    Beneath the veil of night’s deep shroud,
    Where phantoms danced, and stars were cowed,
    There lay a realm where time stood still,
    A place where darkened dreams were fulfilled.

    The air grew thick with ghostly sighs,
    As hollow winds serenaded the skies,
    And through the fog, a figure glided,
    A soul unbound in death abided.

    Its eyes, twin voids, consumed the light,
    Reflecting realms beyond perceptible sight,
    Where sorrow dwelled, and silence reigned,
    While shadows weaved their darkened chains.

    A whisper called from realms unseen,
    Where mortal minds dared not convene,
    It spoke of truths too vast, too deep,
    Of secrets that the ancients kept.

    In cryptic tones, the message flew,
    Through caverns where the darkness grew,
    It told of worlds beyond the veil,
    Where sanity and reason paled.

    A chilling breeze disturbed the night,
    As spectral forms faded out of sight,
    Leaving behind a haunting trace,
    Of realms where shadows interlaced.

    And as the dawn began to break,
    The echoes of the night forsook,
    Yet in the heart, a whisper stayed,
    A touch of darkness in light’s rays.

    For in the shadows, truths resided,
    That is the light everything sought to hide,
    A glimpse of what lay past the end,
    Where mortal souls with darkness blended.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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