Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: Haunting Visions

  • A Secret Doom

    A Secret Doom

    A Secret Doom,
    Cracks spread like nightmares across the pale sky of dusk,
    Twisting through the bones of the earth, splitting it wide,
    As secrets, dark and festering, rise from forgotten graves.
    Whispers drip from shadows unseen, crawling through the air,
    A doom long carved in echoes, unspoken yet unavoidable,
    An invisible weight pressing down on the heart of the world.
    Each breath tastes of ruin, sharp as the edge of a knife,
    A phantom’s regret lingers in every corner of the mind.

    Beneath the surface of the soil, something stirs, something waits,
    A hidden truth buried deep, locked within the marrow of the earth,
    Its presence was felt in the tremble of leaves, in the shiver of wind,
    As the sky darkens with dread and the stars turn cold.
    Eyes close, but visions remain, burning behind the lids,
    Fingers grasp at the air, tearing at the unseen veil of reality,
    But nothing holds—the void laughs softly,
    A quiet madness that hums beneath the skin,
    Invisible threads of fate weaving a pattern of despair.

    A secret doom spins its web, each strand a tale of forgotten sorrow,
    Tangled in the fabric of existence, in the very core of being,
    Where chaos reigns, and reason falls away into oblivion.
    Nothing remains but the endless fall, the plunge into the unknown,
    Where no ground waits beneath, only the infinite descent,
    Into the crushing weight of emptiness, a hollow pit of eternity.
    In this place, secrets and doom entwine,
    Feeding on the darkness, growing stronger,
    Until only the echoes remain, fading into nothingness,
    Lost in the void where all is forgotten, and all is lost.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Cursed Lantern

    The Cursed Lantern

    The cursed lantern glimmered in a village swallowed by the night,
    Where moonlight dared not tread,
    The lantern swayed with ghostly light,
    Its flame was a spectral thread.

    Beneath the sky of ink and fear,
    The lantern’s glow revealed,
    A dance of shadows drawing near,
    In silent, haunted reels.

    On cobbled streets and through the mist,
    Where echoes seemed to breathe,
    The lantern showed what once was kissed,
    By fate, in shadows wreathed.

    Each flicker told a tale of woe,
    Of lives entwined in pain,
    A family’s sorrow, long ago,
    Their stories were lost in the rain.

    The whispers arose from empty graves,
    From echoes deep and cold,
    Their shadows stretched, and souls were entrapped,
    Into tales forever untold.

    In darkened alleys, secrets were clinging,
    The past breathed with each sway,
    Unsettling scenes the lantern brought,
    As night consumed the day.

    A flower wept by ancient trees,
    A leaf’s laughter faded,
    In ghostly scenes and memories,
    The lantern’s light invaded.

    And when the dawn began to break,
    The lantern dimmed away,
    In a gloom where spirits stirred,
    The curses that had ever lingered.

    Beneath the spectral light it cast,
    The village’s heart grew still,
    Each haunting vision from the past,
    Fulfilled a darkened will.

    Through misty veils and shadows deep,
    The lantern showed the way,
    A spectral guide that could not sleep,
    As night erased the day.

    The eerie glow revealed lost scenes,
    Of lives once full of cheer,
    Now trapped within the lantern’s beams,
    Bound by sorrow and fear.

    A flower wept by ancient trees,
    A leaf’s laughter faded,
    In ghostly scenes and memories,
    The lantern’s light invaded.

    In every flicker, every flare,
    The village’s fate was sealed,
    A tale of loss, of endless care,
    By shadows ever revealed.

    Its light was a beacon of the past,
    Where spectral voices sighed,
    The lantern’s curse, a shadow cast,
    In every tear, it cried.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Arcane Portal

    The Arcane Portal

    The arcane portal lay in the heart of a desolate and forsaken wood,
    Where ancient trees with gnarled whispers stood,
    There emerged a portal veiled in deep shadows,
    A gateway in the nightly and sorrowful meadows.

    Beneath the moon’s pale, ghostly light,
    The portal pulsed with a spectral might,
    Its frame of obsidian, cold and grim,
    Echoed with chants of a forgotten hymn.

    Creeping fog enshrouded the ground,
    Muffling all the hollow, eerie sound,
    Of whispers from souls long lost in time,
    Who crossed the threshold and committed their crime.

    The air was thick with despair’s embrace,
    No joy or hope could find its place,
    Only the weight of an eternal night,
    And the haunting visions of endless fright.

    From the portal’s depths, a chill wind blew,
    Carrying whispers that no one knew,
    Of secrets buried in the ancient soil,
    Tales of woe, of endless toil.

    Spectres roamed in silent grief,
    Bound to the arcane portal, with no relief,
    Their eyes hollow, their forms so thin,
    Trapped between worlds, they could not grin.

    The trees around, their branches bare,
    Seemed to weep in the cold, still air,
    As shadows danced in a mournful waltz,
    To the portal’s call, a siren’s quartz.

    A lone wanderer, drawn by fate’s cruel hand,
    Stood at the threshold of this cursed land,
    A step away from the endless abyss,
    Where darkness reigned with a twisted bliss.

    Fear-rooted dreams, their heart a snare,
    Caught in the portal’s wicked glare,
    And there they stood, forever bound,
    Trust was lost in the portal’s playground.

    In the silence of the cursed wood,
    Only echoes of lost souls eternally misunderstood,
    The ghosts’ signs, a final plea,
    Lost to the arcane portal’s dark decree.

    No dawn would break this eternal night,
    No hope, no glimpse of heaven’s light,
    Just endless despair, a fate unkind,
    Within the portal blew a perpetual wind,
    A hollow echo, no solace to find.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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