Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: midnight

  • My Heart Is Made Of Ink

    My Heart Is Made Of Ink

    My heart is made of ink and blood
    My heart is made of fantasy and dreams
    Surreal place of celestial beauty and stars
    An enigmatic and impenetrable domain

    A realm where thoughts are tangled in fragile webs
    And spectral creatures swirl beneath the silvery light of forsaken moons
    While silent winds carry tales from ancient fables
    Under a sky brushed with infinite hues

    In this realm, I am both adrift and entwined
    My heart is bound to the ink that flows through my veins
    My entire body is blooming like a flower of rhymes
    Where verses unfurl from my petals and thorns

    A world tempest of emotions surges in my heart
    Crumbling my essence into the dust of decay
    Carving elegies upon the hollow firmament
    Where no stars are allowed to shine

    The constellation of startling stars dissolves into the abyss of emptiness
    The obscure chasm that stretches in front of me
    Alluring me in its terrifying emptiness to swallow my soul
    While letters are dripping from my fingers like midnight raindrops

    I became part of the eternity of the abyssal night
    I am no longer bound by shapes or names,
    I dissolve into the void of eternity,
    Like a tiny snowflake lost in the stillness of oblivion

    My desires are fading into the marrow of the darkness
    Within the silence, mysterious secrets are engraved in the bones of dreadful shadows
    And unspoken ballads are waiting to be unconcealed
    An inextinguishable flame is burning and flickering within the core of twilight

    I am drowning in the deep abysm
    Although even in the most profound darkness, ink still flows like blood from my heart
    And my insolent utterances burn against the void
    A ghostly glimmer where stars once shone

    My heart is made of ink and darkness
    My heart is a requiem of dreams and sorrows
    A secret alcove veiled by the mist of silent elegies.
    Elisabetta

  • Shadows Over Me

    Shadows Over Me

    Shadows over me constantly
    Hunting me like terrifying ghouls
    Frightening me to the bones
    With their obsession

    I decided to abandon myself to the sense of defeat
    A defeat due to my cruel fate of being invisible and negligible
    Like a little sparkle of light destined to its descent into the abyss of darkness
    And so, that was me

    I wish extraordinary phantasmagorias would visit me in my dreams
    But even that was impossible
    So much was the misery of my realm of existence
    Being a negligible creature destined to the cold wind of indifference

    Even the possibility of falling in love with a chimaera and an illusion of mine was a failure
    Destined to ominous omens
    While the rays of the pale moonlight stroke my hair
    I descended again into an eternal and deadly slumber

    I couldn’t see anything but a total obscurity
    I couldn’t hear but an absolute silence
    Dim and dreadful shadows descended over me
    And I couldn’t react or move in this ocean of emptiness

    Defeated again and again by a sense of tragic frailty
    I became a shadow myself
    A shadow bound to a world of lies and deception
    With the inability to flee away
    Being hushed up in an abyss of oblivion

    Being forsaken and abandoned to loneliness
    I only found comfort in the numbness and lack of emotions
    After striving to scream
    I faded away like invisible stardust

    Shadows over me grasped my heart to tear it apart
    Feeling a fractured crystal in the inside
    I couldn’t feel any pang or fear because I was myself anguish and dread
    I became a ghost lingering in the world of death and darkness

    Ethereal as I was, I wandered like a frightful spirit of the night
    Chasing every spark of light I could seize, in vain
    For I was doomed to the realm of darkness and oblivion.
    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

  • Rumbles Of Memories

    Rumbles Of Memories

    Rumbles of memories hid in the hollow heart of the ancient night,
    Where shadows loomed, and the moon’s pale light cast eerie glows,
    Forgotten dreams, as a mournful whisper,
    Softly screamed.

    The old manor stood with creaking bones,
    Its hunted corridors echoed with ghostly tones,
    Rumbles of memories, long suppressed,
    Stirred in the silence, never at rest.

    Once filled with contentment, now void of mirth,
    The walls remembered an epoch of worth,
    But time had faded those golden days,
    Leaving behind a spectral haze.

    In every room, a sorrowed tale,
    Of love and death, now frail and pale,
    Hollowed portraits hung with vacant gazes,
    Watching the centuries as each hope died.

    The majestic chandeliers, their crystals untouched,
    Now gathered dust as relics clutched,
    By hands unseen, that played with grace,
    Memories of feasts haunted this space.

    Through shattered casement, the night wind sighed,
    A dirge for dreams, a lover’s cries,
    Ghostly guises in spectral movements,
    Reenacted their final, tragic chance.

    The library, once a place of meditation,
    Now held the weight of memory,
    Books abandoned, a torn letter was still,
    Silent witness to fate’s cruel will.

    Down in the cellar, darkness thrived,
    Where secrets buried still survived,
    Rumbles of memories, sharp and delirious,
    Spoke of sorrow and woe.

    A gelid wind echoed on ancient stairs,
    A phantom’s tread, a soul’s despair,
    Seeking rest, finding none,
    In a place where time had never ruled.

    In the attic’s gloom, a mirror stood,
    Reflecting visions of shadowed lands,
    A face appeared, so sad, so worn,
    A spirit lost, forever torn.

    The clock struck midnight, a ghostly chime,
    Marking the passage of endless time,
    Rumbles of memories, cold and deep,
    Whispered to those who dared to sleep.

    A tale of loss, sorrow and acceptance to be remembered,
    Of haunted halls and spectral thrall,
    For in the night, the memories were revived,
    Rumbles of the past that forever endured.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Haunting Nightmares

    Haunting Nightmares

    Haunting nightmares unfolded in the stillness of midnight,
    Shadows drifted with restless purpose.
    Fear seeped into dreams, creating unseen pathways,
    Where the air had been murky with memories of old anxieties.

    Tree branches, hollowed and distant, moved through the darkness,
    Piercing the quiet with an unspoken dread.
    Forgotten fears etched their presence,
    Onto the silent canvas of the night.

    Sleep and wakefulness merged,
    Each breath was a thread woven into the dark.
    In those spaces where time seemed to dissolve,
    Terror took shape and form.

    Fragments of the past whispered and blended into the vast night,
    The imagination drifts away, caught in its own creations.
    The darkness expanded, swallowing every dream,
    Until dawn’s light broke the spell.

    Even when the day returned,
    The echoes of the night persisted,
    Shades lingering as reminders of the fragile boundary between reality,
    And the infinite realms conjured in darkness.

    Whenever the chill of night’s grip indulged,
    A spectral fragment of fear remained unseen.
    Wisdom clashed with madness that clung to the edges of unconsciousness,
    A silent relic of the night’s dominion.

    Stars shimmered faintly, barely gleaming through the abyss,
    Their light was a distant hope that was often lost within the gloom.
    The silent rustling of leaves became a cryptic hymn,
    Murmuring secrets to those who dared to lose themselves in the emptiness.

    Sinister memories fastened in the labyrinths of thought,
    Each was a trace, a reminder of paths once taken but now forgotten.
    The weight of invisible realms pressed upon each soul,
    Drawing forth shadows from the recesses of the minds.

    Whispers of the wind carried the scent of forgotten sorrows,
    A frozen stroke that traced the spine with its icy fingers.
    In the secrets of the night, woven with threads of fear and dismay,
    The hearts beat louder, like blasts against the silence.

    Haunting nightmares encroached as the darkness reluctantly withdrew,
    Leaving behind specs of their ethereal presence,
    Suspended in the fading shadows.
    Vivid horrors receded to the fringes of memory,
    Yet their impact endured, a reminder of the night’s grip.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Midnight Delight

    Midnight Delight

    Midnight delight of shadows playing games,
    Through the velvet cloak of the night, they sway,
    Whispering trees lie under the moonlight,
    Sharing their haunting secrets with the night.

    Mysterious stars fade in spectral dreams,
    In the hush of darkness, enigmas blossom,
    A feast of midnight delight and abandon,
    Beneath the veil of an ethereal gloom.

    In the abyss of forgotten realms and fantasies,
    Glistening shadows dwell within labyrinths of darkness,
    Lost in the stillness of the night,
    And illuminated only by the silver glow of luminaries.

    Ethereal fragments of love and despair disappear underneath the canopy of the midnight embrace,
    Where shadows and dreams interlace,
    In an eternal dance of illusions and confusion,
    Bound by the whispers of the night’s elusive fusion.

    In the mystical realms where shadows roam,
    Whispers of ancient secrets echo and entwine,
    Entangled in the web of night’s allure,
    Where dreams and truth collide in a cosmic sign.

    In the midst of the dazzling celestial embroidery of stars and moonbeams,
    Lost memories intertwine in an otherworldly prom,
    A clamour of silence and invisible revelry,
    Leading wanderers to realms where enigmas prance.

    Beneath the starlit cloak of midnight’s gaze,
    Illusions dissolve into the abyss of periods past,
    Where each shadow conceals a mysterious story waiting to be revealed,
    In the still embrace of the night’s immensity.

    Whispers of dusk discover the enigmatic wonders of its enchanting spectacle,
    As light and dark sway in a bewitching union,
    In the heart of midnight’s silent daze.

    Midnight delight and delusions become a mirage in the dreams and hallucinations of those who lose themselves in the void of the darkness.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Wraiths Of The Beyond

    The Wraiths Of The Beyond

    The wraiths of the beyond,
    In realms far away from the waking thought,
    Where spirits of the past are caught,
    A silent wail, a mournful cry,
    Reverberates through the midnight sky.

    The moon casts down a silver tear,
    Upon a world entwined in fear,
    Where restless souls in shadows wade,
    And memories of the living fade.

    In ghostly halls of ancient stone,
    Where whispers chill every chamber and throne,
    The spectral wraiths begin their dance,
    In macabre, hypnotic trance.

    Their forms, ethereal, shift and sway,
    In rhythms that the dark obeys,
    With eyes like voids, they seek the light,
    After they fled from their eternal night.

    Through mazes of lost despair,
    They glide upon the aether unfair,
    Each step a pulse of silent dread,
    A reminder of a nameless dead.

    An echo from the abyss of gloom,
    Where time forgets to thread its loom,
    Resounds through hollows cold and vast,
    A remnant of a tragic past.

    Their laments rise in eerie song,
    A dirge of all that went so wrong,
    Of hopes that crumbled into dust,
    Of dreams that shattered into rust.

    In their mournful, haunting wail,
    A hidden enigma is concealed,
    A glimpse of what awaits the stars all,
    Beyond the mortal curtain’s fall.

    For death is but a passageway,
    To realms where shadows hold their sway,
    And in the darkness, truths are found,
    Where light has never touched the ground.

    The wraiths return to shadows deep,
    To fade into eternal sleep,
    But still, their shadow lingers near,
    A haunting touch of spectral fear.

    And as the sun begins to rise,
    The darkness whispers its goodbyes,
    Yet, in the heart, an echo stays,
    A ghostly whisper through the days.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Magnificent Wilderness

    The Magnificent Wilderness

    The magnificent wilderness of my dreams
    Through the world’s magic abysses
    The firmament rises and goes
    Beyond the way of life
    Beyond the way of death
    A bright and glistening sight
    Where stars move around an everlasting blaze
    And most of the endearing memories fall down like old leaves
    Sometimes nothing is heard but sadness
    Never forgotten
    Always lost

    The magnificent wilderness of night
    And above all, the dying stars
    Faint and sighing
    Like many excellent and memorable mementoes collapsing
    Trying to impress under the beauty of the uselessness
    Water, rain and wind shine translucent
    In a sudden moment of reality
    No gift is left
    The time arrived to die and begin again
    Bright and lasting forever
    At midnight when the rainbow rises

    The magnificent wilderness of life
    The night is a dream
    Every instant is overjoyed by a state of beauty
    An icy shiver of delight and panic
    Dwelling among dreadful dreams and shattered hopes
    I stand alone in the misery of my futile discontent
    And the deep sky is not in black and gold
    When the green is never seen
    There is only a silver ray in front of trees falling down
    The beautiful leaves are scattered in the wind
    Where the sunlight fades high, touching the stars

    The magnificent wilderness
    When nature’s colours blend
    Blooming softly
    A flower’s blossom is like a diamond
    Many suns created more flowers
    Shared all over the earth
    Like in a dream full of surprises
    To bring relief to a horrid reality
    My mind becomes lost in an endless journey
    With no way back
    Lost in struggles

    The magnificent wilderness of darkness
    A mountain tree made of gold
    My voice is silent within my heart
    On a lonely way
    Remembering the past bliss
    Dreaming about stars and darkness
    As they would come onto the planet every day
    Pretending that everywhere wouldn’t be any sadness
    With no future trials or strife
    The grace of beauty and mystery would glow
    No more to be revealed.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • A Timeless Emptiness

    A Timeless Emptiness

    A timeless emptiness
    Out of vision and fear
    Afternoon and Midnight
    The sun hides in the woods
    Sitting still while listening to the wind through the leaves
    Like a surreal vision
    Words inside of me shine gloomy
    In the unseen world of emotions
    Feelings have a hidden beauty
    Secret and powerful
    Like an icy sea of trees
    A breath thriving into a silent voice
    A perfect sight of unhappiness

    A timeless emptiness
    A sense of being alive and unified
    Like beautiful words scattered in the void
    I’m a part of my own universe
    And I love to make the world feel everything I might grant
    So many times with no fear
    Very dearly with love for creation
    Whenever light grab the truth
    Long moments ago
    With joy and hope
    And a bliss without any delight in mind
    Never realised until love does, it feel like flowers

    A timeless emptiness
    May surely live, that ever was found
    In reality
    Dreams become devoted vows
    Which are made of stained beliefs
    In a heart filled with everything that could become alive and dead
    Remembering all the time to believe and untrust
    An eternity that will cease
    Whenever life is meant to end
    And death becomes true
    Like a nightmare finalised
    Though no reality should be conceded
    In an artwork built from farse and betrayal

    A timeless emptiness
    Like an unquenchable fire
    Burning the soul until its extinction
    In the unawareness of a feeling of unconsciousness
    Understanding that nothing will end but will only transform
    Something too big to be caught
    My thoughts build my life
    With no beginnings and no ends
    My heart is at the edges of the intelligible
    Where there is no shadow and shine
    A reflection of dark feelings and empty senses
    Building a ghost island within the soul
    And I lie senseless in unwavering dismay.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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