Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: magnificence

  • The Realm Of Crimson Roses

    The Realm Of Crimson Roses

    The realm of crimson roses was my treasure
    The secret haven of my desires for extravagant dreams
    The sweet and bewitching scent of the crimson roses drugged me
    It was like I drank the poison of oblivion for the very first time
    And I forgot my essence, bleeding my heart out

    I had visions and hallucinations like I was in an eternal sleep
    I saw beauty and magnificence in every corner of the castle of dreams
    Crying and smiling, I’ve finally found infinite delight in my abyss of anguish
    No pang could frighten me anymore because I was free
    Like a bird flying so high, it could touch the sky

    I belonged to the realm of crimson roses, and my heart was bound to it
    Through invisible chains made of love and death
    No slumber was necessary anymore because I was in a perpetual state of stupor
    Enchanted by a wicked spell cast over me, I could no longer abandon my state of captivity
    I was languidly mesmerised

    I surrendered to a throne of nightmares and dread
    It was made of crimson roses and adorned with long and sharp thorns
    So pointed were their punches pierced my heart
    Making me bleed until I became an ethereal creature of the night
    The pain freed me from fears and insecurities
    And I had not anymore a material body
    After all, I never lived in reality because I was born in the realm of nightmares and madness

    I knew not whether I dreamt or waked
    So dazed was my mind, I could not divine between vision and verity
    The realm of crimson roses could have been a spectre of my imagination
    Enchanting me like a nocturnal lullaby
    It suited my senses and hypnotised my heart
    A fleeting Utopia, born to wither with the dawn.
    Elisabetta

  • Ecstatic Beauty

    Ecstatic Beauty

    Ecstatic beauty reigned in frenzies and storms
    In the castle of dreams, magnificence was shrouded in the mist of mystery
    A sanctuary of shining stars and dark shadows
    A throne of sagas and lost kingdoms
    Where secrets lingered in the silence of forgotten ages

    Listening to the melody of silence under the shadows of an ancient tree
    I rose from my slumber, thinking about my crushed dreams
    It was like my heart stopped pounding
    And I could feel pins of dismay piercing it
    Suddenly, I realised that I was a doll made of rags

    I was no longer in the material world of reality
    I was in a utopia that had the scent of nightmares
    The ecstatic beauty of my fantasies was disappearing
    Instead, I was surrounded by an overwhelming stillness
    While a suffocating silence pressed against my chest

    The colourful shades that once tinted my dreams faded into ashen hues
    And the aura was filled with regrets
    I felt the heft of forgotten longings
    As if the very ground beneath me was swallowing every fragment of my soul
    The dreams that once ignited my spirit now seemed distant luminaries

    All the stars were lost in the vast and endless abyss
    And I was alone, surrounded by fears and uncertainties
    The cold breeze that was once gentle now howled like an anguished wail
    Becoming the messenger of voices that had long since been hushed
    I strived to reach for something but I could only grasp the emptiness

    No ecstatic beauty was there anymore
    Indeed, it was a souvenir of the dreams I could never touch
    The darkness stretched endlessly
    Wrapping itself around me
    A cloak of gloom I could not escape

    In this realm, where no answer could have been found
    Only enigmas were echoing in the quietness
    And in that startling silence, I realized that my castle of dreams had crumbled to dust
    And I was just a forgotten soul left to wander its ruins.
    Elisabetta

  • Infinite Veils Of Magnificence

    Infinite Veils Of Magnificence

    Infinite veils of magnificence
    Hidden inside a heart
    Translucent dreams of invisible clouds
    Blazes in the abyss of nightmares

    Memories written and torn
    Like notes swept away by gusts of icy wind
    Nowhere is a safe abode for a frail leaf
    Descending from the aether

    An exquisite bliss of dreams
    Expectations attend a feast of senses
    A deep silence echoes loudly
    In the dungeon of darkness and obsession

    Every wavering is an unavoidable hesitation
    Shattering illusions like fragile crystals
    Beliefs are not allowed to linger
    In the cloudy sky of misconceptions

    The rising sun bequeathed all his radiance
    To the realm of luminaries
    Avoidance and persuasion
    As the sovereignties of wisdom and joy

    Intricate deceptions will nevermore be granted
    In the domain of light and imagination
    Infinite veils of magnificence
    Disclosing secrets of the invisible universe

    An artwork created with celestial grace
    Where wonders and mysteries merge
    And the night sky becomes a canvas of stars
    Twinkling jewels in a cosmic dance

    Each story evolves into a journey from afar
    Whispering tales of love and chance
    Fates swirl, vibrant and alive
    Havens of misfortunes and blessings

    Hues flourishing at every moment
    A breathless sight of boundless realms
    An eternal harmony of infinite possibilities
    Diverse and grand like the scope of new discernments

    Distinctive worlds with a unique assignment
    Tiny awes, and wonders gaze at the beauty
    Infinite veils of magnificence
    Revealing the wonders of the unknown

    Feeling the universe’s eternal thunder
    In the depths of the night
    When silence falls
    And the world gently withdraws

    Standing beneath the starry sky
    The stars are like shimmering flames
    Illuminating the darkness in wonder
    Whispers and undisclosed secrets

    The gloominess embraces the wonders
    In the eternal game of day and night
    Specks of infinite are in awe
    Igniting the darkest nights

    Magic of a boundless longing
    In the realm of dreams
    Where marvels reside
    Enchanting whispers unveil mystical secrets

    Glimmering spells transform the ordinary into luster
    On moonlit nights, stars align
    Casting spells of divine beauty
    In the whispered secrets of a hidden space

    A gentle sway of a flower’s bloom floats through the air
    It ignites the imagination
    Unleashing the power of prospect and freedom
    Like a soft sparkle of eternal turmoil

    When every instant stands motionless
    The deepest desires melt with the wildest dreams
    With a lasting emphasis on connection and breakage,
    Where lust bursts into everlasting obscure flames

    In the depths of the desires’ realm
    Where passions ignite, and boundaries blur
    There exists a flame burning bright
    An intensity that makes every inhibition retreat

    A desire burns in a blazing clasp
    Exploring the chasms in a primal display
    Whispers of longing in the hushed night
    Where fantasies roam, taking flight

    Unknown bounds unleash desires
    A symphony of pleasure and sensations
    A syncopation of hearts
    A dance of ecstasy

    In the realm of fondness,
    Devotion is entangled with secret passions
    Infinite veils of magnificence open hearts
    Igniting a love beyond compare.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Realms Of Imagination

    The Realms Of Imagination

    The realms of imagination in the silence
    I had no trace of the visions that I had dreamed
    And listened to them once day and night
    Fountains and planets floated into the nothingness
    Like many thoughts that seem so knowledgeable
    Stars in words, flowers in my hair
    In the depths of everything, into the ocean and waters
    The realm of the universe
    As clouds rain into dusk
    Looking at the storm in light and darkness

    The realms of imagination in the stillness
    It is almost like a dream gleaming in my memories
    Once again, darkness will bring no shadow
    On the rivers and waters that are clear
    When the ocean rises to the sky like storm mountains with happiness, sorrow and bliss
    The mystery of existence is as deep as its own secrets
    Touching the surface of all that was written
    My dreams are to stay
    And thinking of that perfect place
    A world of wonders where boundaries and bonds dissolve

    The realms of imagination in the universe
    Time seems impossible to discover
    As I recall in my inner thoughts
    I become a part of everything, and nothing
    Dreams fly away beyond reality’s boundaries and fade from my sight
    A world of magnificence and bliss
    Where anything can be
    Unleashing creativity set my soul free
    Within the realms of imagination’s domain resides a universe where fantasies reign
    And whispered words dissolve in painted skies

    The realms of imagination
    Where magic can be real, and fantasy becomes an eternal seal
    In the realms of imagination, stories unfold, displaying a tapestry of new and old words
    A captivating imagination’s garden where dreams are cast
    A gateway to explore
    Where the mind’s eye opens, unlocking every door
    A canvas for ideas, limitless and vast
    Within the realms of imagination, worlds collide
    Where ordinary thoughts become magical thrills
    And mazes of flower meadows that shine like sparkling water surface

    The realms of imagination and oddities
    Where dreams come alive
    An imagination’s haven where creativity and hopes thrive
    Wherein the expected transforms and magic comes to be alive
    A realm of marvel where ideas shine brightly, dreams reside and hearts are inspired
    In the realms of fantasy, the reality is blurred
    A world of beliefs and illusion, where dreams are swirled
    Where imagination’s spark ignites my soul and creativity makes me whole
    Thoughts intertwine, creating an intricacy of divine ideas
    Like clouds of fire that disappear

    The realms of imagination and inspiration
    Where tales are created and forever adorned
    The mind explores new worlds by day and night
    A realm of endless wonders, where dreams come true and always renew
    Where visions unfold, and stories are written in undefined verses
    New landscapes emerge from a labyrinth of thoughts
    Unfolding like secrets hidden in ethereal books
    Mountains of fantasy blow the sky
    In these realms, the ordinary evolves into extraordinary
    Where colours are vibrant, and everything turns visionary

    The realms of imagination
    Where the unimaginable flourishes
    And the impossible becomes a tangible reality
    As daydream proms with boundless skill
    The stars and galaxies seem within reach
    Navigating through this enchanting world with no bounds or restraints
    For in these realms, I am the architect of my dreams
    Where the extraordinary becomes the ordinary
    So I let myself embrace this magical domain
    And let my imagination forever reign.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Echo Of A Broken Dream

    The Echo Of A Broken Dream

    The echo of a broken dream
    Is the sky’s vast light
    Which is rising in winter’s rain
    From the flight of little birds
    A song to drink and dance
    It can be heard faraway
    Thinking about time and failure
    So short life to regret
    Unending and unlimited endeavours for life’s delight
    When dreams come
    What might be lost could be found
    But long is the path of mistakes and struggles
    Never well-known enough to prevent distress and anguish
    In sleepless nights something and nothing has been revealed
    It always began the creation
    Destroying and creating
    By chance and love
    Like no more devotion would be granted like before
    Each thought of desire would be loyal and engraved
    Reading the infinite source of darkness
    And still enjoying every strive and pang
    In the hope of living inside an untamed soul
    Never like before
    It would become a gloomy and arduous heart

    The echo of a broken dream
    The sea of darkness is blasting
    Now that the night has come
    Harkening to the wind
    Whenever the wildness of the sea is fearless and indomitable
    The fallen souls have drifted into a slumber time
    Sighing along the cliff of the abyss
    Never seen to this day what it might not be quested
    A beautiful forsaken tale would be a lavish obscure dream
    A wonder and a marvel
    Sunken down into a remote universe
    Since the eternity
    It has always been there for me
    And always will be
    With no guesses or questions about life
    I fell down into the chasm of the time
    When it is believed to cast away the darkness and shadows
    With the loss of eternity
    Whilst everything was bound together inside a hidden and blissful oasis
    Every kind of dream was being offered like some joyful lie
    Sweet like poison and bitter like truth
    Like those revelations that will never be disclosed
    And desires would be offered as secret snares

    The echo of a broken dream
    Which lived forever in the abysm of the sea
    And was made of divine light
    New eternal dimensions are recreated
    The vision of a single and lonely night
    The world would start all over again and again
    Until all the clouds of darkness would end
    And the wonders of harmony and hymns would be created
    The world’s clout will last forever
    Truly and devotedly
    Days depart and perish
    Every longing will convey a new route of deception and authenticity
    Change delivers wisdom in the everlastingness
    When only one new lifetime is allowed to become true
    Love is death, love is untamed, love is betrayal, and love is life
    Being trapped in a new belief
    Acting to set free every uncoveted desire inside the soul
    And wishing to find a place in the universe
    If everything could materialise in an abode with faithful devotion
    There would be only bliss and an ever-lasting delight in life
    Certitude and suspicion could obliterate each other
    Probity and passion would be devoted eternally

    The echo of a broken dream
    Stalled so perfectly in my mind and once more disappeared
    As forgotten for ages
    Such a feeling of authentic dismay
    I disclosed the evening
    Lingering for darkness and nightmares
    A soft touch of sharp thorns
    Although pain and tears could flood my heart
    So many times
    I have been destined
    And magnificence would be a journey of delight and bliss
    Nothing else
    After my soul wandered lost in torment and misery
    With no more passion
    Dreaming that in a swoon
    My heart would always glow
    Not at all because of pleasure
    But striving to return to its primordial harmony.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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