Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: lost dreams

  • The Eternal Tree

    The Eternal Tree

    The eternal tree in the twilight’s silent embrace,
    Where shadows curl in violet grace,
    A twisted tree of ancient birth
    Rises from the haunted earth.
    Its roots stretch deep in forgotten soil,
    Bound by grief, eternal toil.
    Above, the stars in endless flight
    Circle the tree, a crown of light.

    Once, it bloomed in hues of gold,
    Its leaves whispered stories untold.
    But now, the branches, gnarled with age,
    Bear the marks of time’s cruel rage.
    The winds that howl through empty space
    Carry echoes of a long-lost place,
    A kingdom fallen, now erased,
    Leaving only sorrow’s trace.

    Beneath the cosmic, starry dome,
    The eternal tree stands tall, forever alone.
    Its bark is scarred with memories of the past,
    Of a time when joy could last.
    But fate, in cruel jest, did tear
    The light from every tender prayer.
    Now, only shadows linger here,
    Wrapped in the tree’s eternal fear.

    The stars, once bright with hope and dream,
    Now flicker with a cold, distant gleam.
    They watch in silence as the night
    Swallows all in endless flight.
    Yet in the centre, burning bright,
    A single star, defying blight,
    Holds the memory of what was lost,
    A beacon in this land of frost.

    But even stars must fall and fade,
    Their light consumed by endless shade.
    And so, this eternal tree, with roots of stone,
    Will stand forever, all alone.
    A monument to dreams betrayed,
    In twilight’s grip, where hope decayed.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • 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

  • Vanishing Mysteries

    Vanishing Mysteries

    Vanished mysteries faded in the twilight’s embrace,
    Where secrets lingered and shadows interlaced.
    Legends of dreams veiled in sullen clouds,
    Lost in the aether, where they drifted out.

    In the stillness of the night, where silence reigned,
    Whispers dissolved into quiet vestiges.
    Once vivid scenes were now ghostly thin,
    Slipped away as darkness drew in.

    By the moon’s cold glare, where shadows ruled over their realm,
    Mysteries swayed in their final clasp.
    Glimmers of truth, now just out of reach,
    Hid in the night’s darkened breach.

    Forsaken alleys and hidden doors,
    Enigmas lost on unseen shores.
    Bygone mysteries left behind,
    At the mercy of wandering winds.

    Pale sighs in the cool night air,
    Told of truths no longer there.
    Phantom stories once held dear,
    Faded away as dawn drew near.

    In archaic forests, where night prevailed,
    Paradoxes lurking along hidden paths.
    Moonlight cast its silver sheen,
    On vanished tales and broken dreams.

    Old ruins, riddles long past,
    Secrets kept but never to last.
    Mysteries cast in shadow’s hold,
    In the halls where dreams grew cold.

    In the fog where silence assembled,
    Lay the end of vanished lanes.
    Mysteries lingered, then were gone,
    In the fleeting touch of dawn.

    Through ancient woods and misty moors,
    Mysteries slipped through unseen doors.
    Were lost to sight into the night’s embrace,
    Leaving whispers in their trace.

    In the tranquillity where shadows danced,
    Ancient sighs drifted away.
    Each nook held a tale so frail,
    Of vanished dreams and secrets pale.

    In the night where secrets come to an end,
    Rested the mysteries, now at peace.
    Disappeared in twilight’s seam,
    Lost forever in a dream.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Torments Of Existence

    Torments Of Existence

    Torments of existence and death,
    Until the last speck of hope had been granted,
    To dreamers and illusioned vainly expecting realms of dreams,
    Underneath a starless night sky occluded by ignominious clouds.

    Despair hid behind shadows of forsaken longings,
    As the cold wind of fate chilled the bones of lonely ghouls,
    In the heart of the infinite darkness, where light dared not tread,
    And only silent screams of forgotten souls would reverberate unheeded.

    The essence of broken promises and shattered aspirations dissipated into the abyss,
    Unseen and unheard with a load of sorrow heavy as lead,
    In the midst of a reality binding and drenching them in perpetual twilight.

    No trace of lost dreams could have been revealed in the dark labyrinth of hunted spirits, Whose only solace lay in the embrace of eternal nights,
    For in this realm, the fragments of dreams merged with the wails of misery,
    Lost into the void.

    Torments of existence within a mournful maze of endless gloom,
    Within the depths of such despair,
    A gleam of defiance struggled to ignite,
    Amid the shadows of a dead heart.

    Every sliver of light strove to pierce through the suffocating dark,
    Until it became a frail memory of sick diseases,
    A weak flame that could not have endured the majestic abyss of emptiness,
    Swallowing every time and space.

    Death and destruction annihilated every hope and dream,
    Leaving only an empty desolation of shattered illusions and lost chimaeras,
    A barren expanse where the echoes of forgotten hopes lingered faintly,
    Relegated to the recesses of nightmares afflicted by the relentless tide of despair.

    In this forsaken domain, murmurs of bygone fantasies and dreams soared unrestrained,
    Hereafter reduced to haunting and obscene obsessions,
    The relentless march of time brought no solace,
    Only a deeper descent into the chasm of hopelessness.

    Anguished cries resonated eternally in an endless symphony of sorrow,
    And amidst the ruins of a world forsaken by light,
    Lonely figures wandered aimlessly, lost in the maze of torment and desolation,
    Spectres of once hopeful dreamers.

    In this realm where the sun dared not shine,
    And the moon’s glow was but a distant memory,
    Hope had become a relic of the past,
    A forgotten treasure buried beneath the weight of endless distress,
    In the presence of such overwhelming darkness.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Lost Dreams

    Lost Dreams

    The grave of all those lost dreams was buried underneath forsaken whispers echoed through a solemn silence.
    Cold winds cut fears and memories like sharp blades in the obscurity of the night.
    Nothing could have been found in the sky as the clouds faded away on the horizon.
    Perpetual anguish concealed long reveries of desires and blisses.
    Fear would devour every hope of aliveness and happiness after misery burned thoughts and feelings.
    The quest for fate was undisclosed in the folly of unawareness and despair, although the time offended all the unpredictable intentions.
    The emotions gasped at their loss of expectation whenever the cruel destiny would destroy every existence.
    No safety was waiting for the naive creatures of immortal nights and austere longings.
    The realm of greed and grotesqueness was constantly depleting the universe of beauty.
    A thin layer of glow was shattering under the pressure of ominous ruthlessness.
    The preamble of defeat was imminent as a sarcastic warning of the end.
    Frozen loneliness was welcomed by obliviousness and destruction.
    All the sable castles were devastated by a raging ocean of indifference and cruelty.
    The solitude was the only companion, a shadow that clung to every thought like an unwavering ghost.
    Lost dreams were powerless, scattered like fragile remnants in the turmoil of forgotten aspirations.
    Nothing could have been preserved once the relentless march of time had claimed its inevitable toll.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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