Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: mysterious atmosphere

  • Bearing The Yoke Of My Fate

    Bearing The Yoke Of My Fate

    Bearing the yoke of my fate
    I strive to stand up in a reality of tears and screams
    So often, I felt the overwhelming weight of my choices
    As if the sky had fallen over me like an antique drape
    And regrets swallow my heart, shattering it into pieces

    So, I remained alone in an empty chamber furnished only by silence and darkness
    And there I lingered, soaked in my hallucinations and sorrows
    I lost the sense of time
    I close my eyes, and I perceive the emptiness of existence
    The past and the present blend like colours on a canvas

    I wonder what the sense of my life was and is
    Is all the suffering worth it?
    Can my tears wash away my pain?
    It should be the time to lose control of rationality
    As if I want to pretend that I have some sparkle of wisdom
    Nevertheless, everything is vain, and everything will eventually be obliterated

    Bearing the yoke of my fate
    I wander in the vastness of desolation and indifference
    Should I have been dreaming all night, I knew not
    Because I wasn’t awake or as well asleep
    I only felt a sweet languor
    I only felt a sharp and atrocious pain
    Dragging me deep into the abyss of self-destruction
    Elisabetta

  • My Ancient Books

    My Ancient Books

    My ancient books follow me wherever I go
    Like loyal companions in my silent and solitary quest
    They fill my imagination with wonder and delight, surrounding me with their dust of decay

    Surprised, but their magic capability to transform my life into a phantasmagorical realm
    Where everything is possible, and every wish of mine is granted
    I often gaze at them at night, and they leave in me a feeling of awe

    My ancient books beckoned me into the realm of fantasy
    Where I could embrace my frenzy and whims
    And nonsense could have been the guiding force of my wisdom

    Their pages concealed ancient arcana about sorcerers and witches, ghosts and shadows
    Welcoming me into a world where time didn’t exist
    And becoming gateways to lost worlds of imagination

    Under the pale moonlight piercing the veil of darkness in my chamber
    I sank into a deep trance as though under the influence of a magic spell
    And it seemed that each letter was bleeding like veins of ebony ink

    My ancient books became secret crypts
    Keeping their obsessive mysteries and enigmatic wisdom
    While I couldn’t flee from their alluring and captivating magnetism

    I was not a reader anymore
    I became a character in their stories and a tiny phantom trapped in their realm
    And I got lost in the maze of knowledge and madness

    My name was carved on each page
    And it felt as if the characters of my ancient books were calling out to me
    While I was more confused than ever

    Forgotten by all
    There was no memory of myself in the night sky
    I fell into the abyss of ancient legends

    The fissures within my senses became blurry lines
    I walked through infinite halls of cursed tales
    As if there would never be tomorrow

    Every word was echoing in my mind at the rhythm of my own heart
    While every page overflowed with gloomy remembrances
    Beguiling me still further into places where time is nullified and hope is void

    The ghostly company of nightmares and despair was all mine
    Every time my soul blended with those haunting rhymes
    And I became both a storyteller and a captive
    Forever entangled in the immortal embrace of my ancient books.
    Elisabetta

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