Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: magic

  • The Magic Beneath Her Smile

    The Magic Beneath Her Smile

    The magic beneath her smile
    In a hush of varnished sight
    Her gaze held mine
    She was not senseless
    She was enigmatic
    A timeless masterpiece
    An eternal and sublime beauty
    As if she knew everything about me
    And all that I hadn’t yet dared to live

    Seventeen-seventeen was the arcane message
    She whispered to me in the gallery aura
    Like a cypher and a vow
    A painting is much more than a mirror
    It is the reflection of a soul into a thin surface of eternity

    The time became nineteen-nineteen
    Like wings folding back into the surface of my body
    An unlived existence was rising up from between my heart
    And it was not a fairytale or a legend
    But a secret signal and a door to another world

    Surreal fantasies became my realm
    And there I lingered silent and astonished
    Immobile like a sphinx with staring eyes
    Futile as I felt like the moments of bliss I lived in that magic kingdom of beauty and eternity
    An exquisite world where my heart beat again joyfully

    Vanity and ephemeral dreams took me to mysterious places
    Where I discovered new oddities and ancient secrets
    I wouldn’t be able to understand which spell had been cast on me
    I only knew I couldn’t resist the captivating labyrinth of arts

    The magic beneath her smile concealed arcane mysteries
    It wasn’t a prosaic artwork but a divine splendour
    Dressed in centuries of varnish
    Hid behind a shining crystal
    Surrounded by fragments of timeless magnificence.
    Lisa

  • The Sirens’ Whispers

    The Sirens’ Whispers

    The sirens’ whispers echo in my mind
    Whenever I am immersed in my absurd thoughts
    All I wish for is to escape to my enchanted land of dreams
    My heart is captivated by dreams and wonder

    I belong to a world of illusions and magic
    Where I am free to wander through unknown realms
    Chasing shadows and stardust in the endless night
    In the labyrinth of darkness where there is no escape

    The melodies of weeping memories cast a spell over me
    They bound me with chains made of sorrow and regret
    I descend into the abyss of the ocean of nightmares
    Being a captive in a dungeon of insanity and chimaeras

    Becoming an enchanting mermaid in this ocean of wonders
    I wander through the vast chasm of a submerged realm
    Where I can admire all kinds of creatures and oddities
    Dancing with gloomy ghouls and shadows of ancient mysteries

    The impetuous current carries me to unknown worlds
    And I float light and unconcerned
    Swaying with the rhythm of invisible tides
    Embracing the dangerous mystery of every silent wave

    Unaware of my future fate, I welcome the enigma
    Dragging my aching heart wherever I go
    Chained to this sunken realm, visible only to my sight
    Lost under the influence of tumultuous tides

    I surrender to the bewitching call of the abyss
    Hovering between fragments of withered dreams
    Carried by waves that sing forgotten legends
    The sirens’ whispers lure me into eternal doom
    Where I dwell forever, embraced by the midnight tide.
    Elisabetta

  • Sublime Magnificence

    Sublime Magnificence

    Sublime magnificence drapes the night
    A vision is woven from bright silver stardust
    I wander like a fairy, bathed in moonlight
    A wisp of silver, floating like a ghost in flight

    Mermaids enchanting melodies cast a spell over me
    I’m reborn in a fairy tale realm made of dreams and cotton candy
    The scent of luscious flowers bewitches me to the point that I lose my mind
    Beneath the vast sky made of sapphires and diamonds

    Whispers of agony and solitude are memories that poison my heart
    Nevertheless, I belong to my realm of dreams and fairy tales forever
    Eternity belongs to me and all my dreams have eternal life
    Illusions are my delights and pangs that make me fly and fall continuously

    I feel like an ethereal fairy who belongs to magic and darkness
    Because I’m made of light and darkness
    I’m concealed by my fears
    And shrouded in shadows, where my soul disappears

    My wings are made of phantasmagorias
    And they let me fly so high that I touch the sky
    Through empires of stars, I sail on boundless seas
    Wandering endlessly between dreams and reality

    I belong to a place where nothing is as it seems
    For I am both the tempest and the calm between the beams
    I’m made of sorrow and the sublime
    A blend of shadows and light, transcending time

    Sublime magnificence lingers in the abyss of mystery
    Where shadows conceal secret dreams that are as light as whispers
    I float through the ether, the stars are my lanterns, and the moon my compass
    I belong to my fantastical world where illusions bloom like flowers

    My soul is a garden of dreams
    A place where nothing can truly be tangible
    For I am the magic that swirls in the mist
    The twilight’s siren and the forsaken witch

    In this realm of wonders, I eternally belong
    Forever surrounded by sublime magnificence.
    Elisabetta

  • The Magnificent Abyss

    The Magnificent Abyss

    The magnificent abyss of infinite darkness
    Was my blissful place where I could embrace my inner chaos
    Given that I loved to embrace my own darkness and I always will
    While sorrow made me become a creature of the shadows

    Indeed, my soul sought the shadows of the night
    My heart was fed with nightmares and anguish
    Despair was my greatest comfort and companion
    Since I was an ethereal entity made of dust of decay

    No mirror could reflect my image
    So much infinite I was inside myself
    So many fragments were part of my heart
    I was an infinite multitude of beings in a world that never existed

    Sublime wonders blossomed around me
    Beneath the shining moon that accompanied the sun
    Everything was glimmering in all its splendour
    I was magic and so was the realm where I was living

    The moon and the sun were my devoted cohorts
    They guided me in my journey through darkness
    I became a creature made of light and shadow
    In the magnificent abyss of infinite bewilderment

    The endless night embraced me softly
    Because I was both darkness and sunshine
    Shining glitters of beauty fell all over me
    And I faded into the ominous void

    As glowing, fleeting stars vanished in the eternal night
    So did I disappear, only to reappear forevermore
    And I drifted through phantasmagorical realms
    Where every dream of mine became reality

    I became a whisper in the storm and an inextinguishable flame in the twilight
    The magnificent abyss was my dwelling
    Where chaos and quietness coexisted together

    In an endless dance of glare and dusk
    I discovered both my demise and my endless obsessions
    I became a foolish paradox and wild creature of the night
    A magic witch and ethereal fairy flying everywhere with beautiful wings made of stardust.
    Elisabetta

  • Desolation In The Midst Of The Night

    Desolation In The Midst Of The Night

    Desolation in the midst of the night awakens me
    Leaving in a gorge of anguish and decadence
    Melancholy and sadness are my favourite cronies
    Guiding me through the labyrinth of foolishness

    Dreams and delusions entwine under the dim light of the night sky
    Where the stars hide behind a forest the clouds
    Waiting for a storm to arrive
    While I keep disguising myself in a garden of glowing flowers

    The freezing wild wind shakes me
    Until I lose control of my heart flying away from me
    Getting exhausted from my endless wandering
    I stop searching for a direction and I fall into an eternal slumber

    The realm of dreams and impossibilities is my kingdom
    Where I can be myself without explanations
    Where I can fly from one flower to another one
    Unconcerned about time and fleeting realities

    Becoming a fairy in a magic garden nothing can touch me
    And I sing all the most beautiful melodies together with birds and butterflies
    The glowing flowers are my home

    Poetry lyrics become my only way to express myself
    A sweet decadence and a gothic scent cast a spell over me
    And I sing all my secret poems to the stars that watch over me
    And the horizon becomes clear with dim lights and glowing colours

    Desolation in the midst of the night became my portal to another world
    A world of beauty, fantasy and wonders
    Where all dreams are a reality and no illusion is possible
    Because everything is possible in my dreams even touching the stars

    In my cotton candy world, I can fly high until I touch the clouds and let a blizzard carry me far away
    While the wind strokes my hair, revealing the secrets of the stars
    My castle is in a labyrinth of velvet darkness and silver mist
    where fragments of long-forgotten dreams waltz with the midnight muses
    In an eternal embrace of night and day.
    Elisabetta

  • Magic Spells

    Magic Spells

    Magic spells manifested amid the night of ghosts and witches,
    Whose enchantments lured creatures, hearts and souls,
    In a realm of nowhere, where time stopped long ago.

    Silence and darkness ruled this enchanted world,
    Where the moon and the stars were witnesses to the magnificence of the night,
    In this devil-may-care domain, glooms and ghouls danced with glee.

    Arcane secrets were kept in cold and lifeless trees,
    Whose boughs gnarled and twisted, bearing the consequences of curses and hexes,
    Together with tales of ruin, despair, and broken verses.

    An elixir of ancient magic spells was smeared through the shrouded woods,
    Ethereal spirits roamed, guided by illusions, while searching for a dwelling,
    Wandering without any guidance, lost in the labyrinth of eternity.

    This abyssal lair was not a haven at all,
    Since the only loud noises were sobs of sorrow and the sharp tang of despair,
    While the ground beneath trembled with restless sighs.

    The stars were mourning, hidden in the skies,
    A cauldron bubbled with its fumes reaching high,
    In an eternal void, devouring the light.

    In this realm, sorceresses conjured dreams twisted and dire,
    Stirring the pot with wands of blood and fire,
    While embracing a doomed fate made of dread and shadows.

    In every corner, the void overcame life and hope,
    Keeping the secrets that time could not preserve,
    With every chant, a spell was cast, obliterating the past, the present, and the future.

    The night echoed as a requirement of endless pain,
    While shapes of dread evoked tales of the forgotten dead,
    Mocking the living with their eerie whizz.

    In this chimerical realm of endless plight,
    Desire and love were fleeting and banished lights,
    Since arcane arts tore apart both souls and hearts.

    When the night became a cursed precipice,
    Only an absolute silence rose bleak,
    Lingering like a haunting magic spell and leading to a shadowed hell,
    In this realm of nowhere, all became decay and death under the hex of magic spells.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Mirror Spell

    The Mirror Spell

    The mirror spell was cast in a time long past,
    When the shadows were more sombre,
    And no light was reflected by that polished glass with worn edges,
    In a realm where dreams and desires were both shattered and torn.

    The mirror held a mystic snare,
    Since an ancient curse was embedded underneath;
    Its countenance became frozen as the night descended,
    Concealing tales of malcontent and sorrow.

    None could ever have touched it,
    A frail and lost vestige of the past.
    No one knew the foolish tale of this magic mirror,
    A mirror that, for every glance, granted but a glimpse of dread,
    Revealing only truths that none could bear.

    Withered hopes and desolate hearts laid bare in that realm of death,
    Each crack was a line of sorrow’s trace,
    Revealing each distorted dream in a haunting silence.
    Each night, it summoned a hollow tone,
    Luring the lost to claim its own;

    In haunted halls, where echoes roamed like wild animals,
    The mirror enticed the lost dreamers,
    Making them drunk on dreams, their fleeting light,
    Swallowed by chasms as dark as night;
    Its silent curse, a binding thread,
    To weave the hearts of the forgotten dead.

    In this fatal frolic of dreams and oblivion,
    Those who dared to peer inside,
    Were drawn to an abyss none could disguise;
    Till flesh and spirit, thin and worn,
    Became as pale as twilight morn.

    The mirror lingered in that desolate dwelling,
    A relic untouched by time,
    Luring those who sought reasons that would forever elude them.
    Veiled in glooms, it became a gateway,
    Pulling ghosts into a realm where whispers of despair merged with the lingering scent of dust and decay.

    Each sigh, a lullaby for the forlorn, coaxed the foolish and fearless alike until consumed by the darkness.
    They hovered beyond the reach of dawn,
    Into the infinite void.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Magic Insolence

    Magic Insolence

    Magic insolence evoked profane desires,
    Blooming in the garden of passion,
    When stupor and chaos fed the soil and roots,
    Under a cloudy sky deprived of stars.

    Arcane dreams devoured the bright lights,
    Devoiding the garden of passion with
    Whispers of forgotten rites and shadows,
    As petals withered, blackened in the night.

    The soil became thick with cursed intent,
    Breathed out a sigh of ancient grief,
    While tangled roots writhed, twisting beneath,
    Feeding on darkness, refusing ascent.

    No stars to guide, no moon to shine,
    Only the heft of silent doom,
    As ghostly winds stirred the gloom,
    The garden lay as time resigned.

    The aura itself seemed enthralled by dread,
    A spell unspoken lingered still,
    Bound to the earth with haunting will,
    Where only a magic insolence and madness dared to tread.

    The trees stood twisted, gaunt and bare,
    Their branches claws in the murky air.
    Each leaf that fell was a silent cry,
    A prayer was unanswered beneath the sky.

    The whispers grew louder, fierce and cold,
    Echoing tales of secrets untold.
    A dance of shadows began to weave,
    Between the tombstones of those who grieve.

    The flowers, once vibrant with lustrous hue,
    Now seeped with sorrow, soaked in blood and dew.
    Their beauty lost in the endless night,
    A memory fading, devoured by blight.

    And in the heart of this cursed domain,
    Where once passion thrived, now only pain,
    A wraith emerged from the creeping dark,
    Magic insolence entrapped everything with a mystical spark.

    With a vacant stare, it gazed in despair,
    Bound forever to the garden’s snare.
    A prisoner to the magic’s cost,
    In this garden where all was lost.

    The wind moaned softly, a mournful plea,
    For the magic of insolence would never release what could never be free,
    As the cursed garden stretched its roots,
    To claim the souls of shattered fruits.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Delusional Expectations

    Delusional Expectations

    Delusional expectations in the midst of the night,
    When the most profound silence enveloped every corner of the realm of reality,
    The solitude ruled the entire realm of arcane and magical dreams.

    Darkness and light were both present in a frolic of magic spells,
    Flowers and trees grew taller every night, relying on desires and deceptions,
    Along the banks of rivers of oblivion.

    Remembrances fell down on cold soil like dead leaves,
    Making the noise of tombstones on forgotten graves,
    Echoes of souls lost in the void,
    Calling from beyond, where time no longer reigned.

    Shadows stretched their domain for every whisper of the wind,
    Dancing beneath a pale, evanescent moon,
    As the night creatures began to sing their silent melody.
    Fate lingered over every sigh and lament,
    As the boundary between dream and death blurred into obliviousness.

    Ephemeral phantoms wandered beneath twisted trees,
    Their hollow gazes fixed upon the distant stars,
    Which no longer offered promises of mirth or hope,
    In fact, they provided only a reflection of their despair.

    The scent of decay drifted through the air,
    A reminder of the countless stories left untold,
    Forgotten by the living and the dead.
    Yet, within this realm, they lingered,
    Bound by the remnants of a magic long since faded.

    In the centre of this spectral realm,
    A lone figure stood amidst the expanding dark,
    Cloaked in glooms, their sights filled with silent yearning.
    They scrutinised the cycle of night’s dominion,
    With no solace in the rising of the dawn.

    The river’s slow current carried away forgotten remembrances,
    Washing them clean of all the pain and sorrow,
    Only to return them once again,
    Draped in the midst of eternity’s frigid embrace.

    Delusional expectations blossomed in this endless twilight, like dreams of deliverance,
    They were no more than other illusions,
    Further delusions wrapped in the silence of the night.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Magic Spell

    The Magic Spell

    The magic spell enchanted the night
    That was heavy with forgotten lore,
    A spell cast deep from ages before.
    In the heart of a forest, shrouded by despair.

    Whispered incantations filled the midnight air,
    The grimoire lay open, brittle and bare.
    Candles flickered, casting shadows tall,
    As darkness answered to every call.

    With each word spoken, the wind did rise,
    Howling like demons from the void of the skies.
    The ground beneath trembled, cold and weak,
    As if the earth itself had forgotten to speak.

    A place that sought to summon the dead,
    To awaken spirits long silent, long fled.
    Through twisted trees, their faces did gleam,
    Eyes hollow and lost, trapped in their dream.

    The moon above was swallowed by clouds,
    And the night descended in haunted shrouds.
    Chants grew louder, desperate and wild,
    For the dark arts, the chosen child.

    The magic spell, dense in the aura, suffocating all,
    A portal to the depths of some enchanted hall.
    The spell worked its magic, cruel and vast,
    Binding forever to shadows of the past.

    Voices murmured from the stones nearby,
    An echo of a curse that refused to die.
    Through the mist they came, spirits long cursed,
    Their hollow chuckle made the soul feel worse.

    In horror, the spell took form,
    A creature born of night, death, and storm.
    It towered above, a phantom of dread,
    Its eyes glowed crimson, its body of lead.

    In a voice like thunder, it called a name,
    “You summoned me forth; now you’re to blame.”
    Mercy begged for, a will turned to dust,
    But in the dark arts, mercy is rust.

    The magic spell consumed all, a soul a mere husk,
    Trapped in a world forever of dusk.
    The spell woven became a cage,
    An endless nightmare, an eternal stage.

    Now, wandering these woods, lost in a trance,
    Caught between realms, a prisoner of chance.
    The spell never lifted, its grip iron-tight,
    The magic spell, eternal, devoid of light.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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