Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: moon

  • Gilded Illusions

    Gilded Illusions

    Gilded illusions visited my dreams
    In the eternal night that enveloped me like a diaphanous veil
    I lingered far from every mortal sight
    In my dwelling made of stars and dreams

    The moon was bleeding silver onto withered blossoms
    And I was a phantom wandering through chambers carved from bone
    Among candles that wept in crystal flocks
    While silence deepened in this dark dungeon of memories

    Eerie whispers of the dead rose from broken mirrors
    From each cracked and gloomy surface emerged a spirit of the past
    Their hearts were cold and hollow for their ancient dismay
    And their anguish echoed until the stars of the night firmament

    Whenever I aimed to reach for the stars
    They disappeared into the emptiness
    Leaving me alone in my despair and decay
    While the striking of time split the silence like a blade

    No hesitation could help me to reacquire my wisdom
    I knew that I had lost my freedom to embrace a life of madness and turmoil
    Nothing could have altered this realm of death and decadence
    Every divine bliss was destroyed by my fate

    I belonged to the realm of dust and decay
    I was reduced to following the darkness
    The more I wept, the tighter drew the chains of my bondage
    All my gilded illusions faded away in the void

    Surrounded by the hollowness of dilapidated sarcophagi
    I heard lullabies of sorrow that hovered like ghouls
    Shadows long departed from the realm of life
    They waited to converge on the abyss of the underworld

    My chains transformed into silver and gold serpents
    They became my guardians in this surreal world ruled by illusion and deception
    Crowded by hissing ghosts and perpetual twilight
    And in this sublime dejection, I found my refuge.
    Elisabetta

  • Sadness And Longings

    Sadness And Longings

    Sadness and longings waited for me to return to my nocturnal slumber. Whenever I fell into Morpheus’s embrace, surrounded by shadows and silence, I discovered a new realm of deception and darkness.

    Fear and doubts chained me to an existence of emptiness. Time devoured my hopes, and all my delights were destroyed by the storm of oblivion.
    I wandered endlessly through the forest of illusions but could not grasp their ephemeral beauty.

    Each dream I dared to explore turned into ashes and I had become a captive of my own desires, shrouded in the velvet of sorrow and despair. I fled from humankind, seeking solace in solitude. But serenity became a minacious ghoul feeding upon my thoughts.

    My sorrow had become too heavy to behold, and I grew exhausted. I was aware that I couldn’t find any tranquillity inside myself. Throughout my miserable existence, I had been drawn to torches whose fire had burned and bruised me.

    Sadness and longings were devouring my bleeding heart like famished monsters. I fell lifeless on the cold soil in the middle of the wilderness. I couldn’t find any will to live and I no longer knew what I was.

    I lay among the withered roots of dead trees, cradled by a ground that knew my distress too well. The moon scrutinised me with distant apathy, an insensitive witness to my decadence. Not a single echo resounded my name, not even the wind dared unsettle my quiescence.

    I was no longer a real creature or a soul but a doomed shadow. A forgotten rhyme in a poem never uttered. I surrendered to the sleep where no dream could deceive me, and no memory could stab me again.

    My heart was sealed in the hush of eternity. Sadness and longings no longer belonged to me. I was finally free from all anguish, and I could hover like a shadow in the night, surrounded by bleeding roses and dark clouds.
    Elisabetta

  • Elegy Of The Withered Roses

    Elegy Of The Withered Roses

    Elegy of the withered roses was one of the hymns carved on my book of dreams
    Every time I opened it to flee the reality around me, I found myself in another world
    A realm of solace and delight but also with dreadful and disquieting hues
    Confused and dazzled, I began to proceed on my walk to the fountain of knowledge
    The more I wanted to know, the more I was convinced to know less

    My struggle to understand the mystery beyond a legend so dear to me was overwhelmed by the fear of oblivion
    As soon as I desired to open the books, decay trapped me in a state of affliction
    And nightmares hunted me like prey, wherever I was, in the garden of desolation
    What I’ve never seen before appeared in the mirror of my fate
    The truth hurt me like a dagger inside my bleeding heart

    The doom of desolation and solitude tainted every delight of mine
    Although I was fleeing the reality, I couldn’t find any haven where to rest in peace
    Sombre clouds overcrowded the night sky, obliterating all the stars
    And the moon emerged immense in her startling splendour
    As she was chanting the elegy of the withered roses

    I couldn’t understand if the shrieks I was hearing were groans of mockery or laments of sorrow
    All I could see was shadows embedded in the roots of dead trees
    Twisting like tortured souls in the abyss of perpetual despair
    Because after all, every dream of mine was a nightmare In the luminous hush of night
    Since my heart was just an imperfect relic of impetuous storms

    Nothing more could have been mended
    The rift between the realm of nightmares and longings had outgrown
    My castle of hopes and illusions had crumbled to pieces
    Its towers dissolved into mist, and its gates were devoured by stillness
    I stood in my loneliness surrounded by the debris and clutching dreams that were turned to dust
    As if sorrow itself had rewritten the fabric of my heart.
    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

  • 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

  • The Storm of Fire

    The Storm of Fire

    The storm of fire and water overcame the stillness of the night,
    Beneath a sky overcrowded with clouds and fire,
    A magnificent spectacle beyond every imagination,
    In the midst of the infinite emptiness.

    Darkness ruled this phantasmagorical realm of fantasy and reality,
    Where illusions and deception became the only reality,
    In a play of light and shadow beyond the visible world.

    Decadent longings blossomed like dead flowers,
    Waiting to be obliterated by the fallacious gleam of decayed stars,
    While every hope withered like smoke in the void,
    In the ephemeral realm of fleeting lusts and desires.

    Solitude and a melancholic nostalgia made sombre the sky,
    Where the moon wept silver tears upon the world of reality,
    Veiled by mantles of ash and forsaken sighs,
    lighting a requiem for dreams long buried.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Dreadful Dreams

    Dreadful Dreams

    Dreadful dreams in darkness brewed,
    The world outside in silence stewed.
    A chill hung thick as whispers weaved,
    Through hollow halls, where none believed.

    A castle loomed, its walls decayed,
    Where time had stopped and light delayed.
    Through labyrinths that none had known,
    They wandered there, each one alone.

    Figures rose from meadows like thorns,
    With eyes that bled and voices steeped,
    In sorrows long since left unsaid,
    Now, pulling dreamers to the dead.

    Dreadful dreams, where shadows crept,
    Beneath their lids, no restful sleep.
    The night grew cold, the visions swayed,
    In twisted forms, the mind was betrayed.

    No way to flee, no path to run,
    For night devoured every sun.
    The walls grew impenetrable, the air was poison,
    And trapped everyone in an endless prison.

    In the silence, whispers of fright,
    Haunted souls wander, lost from sight.
    Each gust a toil, each step a plight,
    As darkness consumed every fading light.

    Dreadful dreams, where mirrors cracked,
    And whispers from the void slammed.
    A thousand clouds lost in space,
    All seeking what they couldn’t chase.

    Souls entwined with endless fear,
    Never to wake, forever near.
    The moon, once full, was now cracked and pale,
    Its silver light began to fail.

    And as the fading shades crept,
    The dreamers into silence wept.
    The night consumed all hopes and screams,
    And left them bound to dreadful dreams.

    Dreadful dreams wandered like shades of night,
    Whispered softly beneath dark skies.
    Each dwelling became a fearsome sight,
    As shadows moved in the dimming light.

    Desires entwined with seizing dread,
    Wandering everywhere, but hope had fled.
    Each secret carried tales of woe,
    As spectres flickered, fast and slow.

    In the gloom, no spark remained,
    No bright memory could have been preserved.
    The dreamers sought the light once more,
    But shadows beckoned from the shore.

    Dreadful dreams chased every fleeting glow,
    Finding themselves in depths below.
    With every instant, the darkness grew,
    A truth obscured, a world askew.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Silent Lamentations

    Silent Lamentations

    Silent lamentations pleaded the night sky,
    Once, no hope could have been secured in the valley of hollowness and death.
    Lurking beneath the horizon, the stars complied with each illusion,
    Far away from the trees of wisdom and consciousness.

    In this forsaken realm where darkness swallowed all the light,
    The land lay silently barren, touched by neither dawn nor night.
    The moon, a waning spectre in the vault of gloom,
    Drifted above ancient ruins, where stillness was taken for granted.

    Amidst the skeletal remains of what once was alive,
    The whispers of despair through the cold wind contrived.
    Every rustle of the leaves, every sigh of the wind,
    Recounted forgotten tales and unfulfilled pleas.

    The shadows stretched beyond, their shapes entangled with the mist,
    Draping in the memories of those who still were resilient.
    Their voices mirrored faintly, like relics of a dream,
    Lost in the chasm where no hope dared to gleam.

    In this valley of despair where time itself was motionless,
    The night sky’s silent lamentations fell gently, a reflection of a frigid blizzard.
    Stars that once were loyal guides through the darkened night
    With time, they became spectral remnants swallowed by the blight.

    In this void of silent cries, no delight could have been found,
    An eerie trance of glooms cast no consoling sound.
    Archaic trees, gnarled and twisted, stood as silent guardians of woe,
    Their branches narrated fairytales of sorrow and decay that only the dark could have known.

    Beneath this veil of endless night and desolate atmosphere,
    Longings were but a distant memory, lost in infinite despair.
    In the senseless embrace of the abyss where dimness lay in wait,
    The night sky grieved for dreams that could never have been escaped,
    Forgotten tales and unfulfilled supplications.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Oblivious Desires

    Oblivious Desires

    Oblivious desires hid beneath the starred sky,
    Nonsense from the clouds of voluptuous dreams,
    Becoming nightmares of an endless night spent in the labyrinth of darkness,
    Love and death were entwined like roses and thorns.

    Magic mirages were a transcendent wisp,
    Illusions faded with the breaking dawn,
    Phantasms that weathered on the edges of reality,
    Vanishing like shadows when the light was drawn.

    The moon whispered secrets to the silent sea,
    As waves crashed with a mournful melody,
    Lost souls wandered in the twilight’s embrace,
    Seeking consolation in the echoes of a forgotten cry.

    How indifferent were the stars to every earthly plight,
    Glimmering coldly in their distant domain,
    Witnessing the folly of mortal yearnings,
    As dreams dissolved into the night again.

    Oblivion embraced those who dared to dream and forget,
    In the realm where light and shadow met,
    Their desires, ephemeral as morning mist,
    Vanished in the twilight, bittersweet.

    The labyrinth’s passages recounted tales,
    Of love lost in the periods of time,
    Where roses wilted and thorns remained,
    In the garden of memories and regrets, so hauntingly sublime.

    Beneath the luminaries’ indifferent gaze,
    Hope flickered like a candle’s flame,
    Destined to be devoured by the obscurity,
    Although burning brightly anyway.

    In the end, the dusk claimed everything,
    Dreams and desires, love and strife,
    Leaving only the silence of eternity,
    In the labyrinth of the endless nights.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Haunting Of The Forgotten Realm

    The Haunting Of The Forgotten Realm

    The haunting of the forgotten realm,
    Where time became eternal,
    And dreams descended the haunted hill,
    While echoes of a past bereft moved through the shadows left.

    An ancient castle, old and worn,
    With ivy-clad and weather-torn,
    Stood silent underneath the moon’s cold eye,
    Where spectres of old tales sighed.

    Its walls were a shimmering expanse,
    Holding memories that faded away,
    Yet, lingered in the midnight air,
    A haunting whisper of despair.

    The wind howled through shattered glasses,
    Carried tales of those who passed away,
    Unseen by mortal eyes that wept,
    And into restless slumber crept.

    For in that realm, so lost in space and time,
    Where darkness wove its silent rhyme,
    The spirits of the past convened,
    In shadows deep and ever keen.

    Their mournful cries were but a silent breeze,
    A chilling touch of ancient death,
    That haunted the hallways and chambers,
    Where time and shadow intertwined and loomed.

    No mortal touch could ease the pain,
    Nor light dispel the sombre chain,
    Had been that place so dark and cold,
    The ghosts of yesteryears unfolded.

    Their voices echoed through the night,
    Among spectral dances and phantom flights,
    A tale of sorrow, loss and grim,
    Of lives undone and spirits dim.

    And those who wandered through the gloom,
    They might have found themselves within the crypt of forsaken dreams,
    Where whispers echoed, and shadows schemed,
    Lost in a realm where nothing was as it seemed.

    In that forsaken and haunted land,
    Where time and darkness went side by side,
    The ghosts of the past and fears combined,
    In a kingdom where shadows interlaced.

    Moved through the overwhelming darkness,
    Their shapes, like whispers, drifted by,
    Each step a ghostly echo of the past,
    In a realm where memories never died.

    They wove through the darkness with silent grace,
    Leaving traces of their haunted embrace,
    In a stillness where time seemed to sigh.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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