Tag: nightmare

A dark dominion where shadows reigned,
Unfurled its veil of relentless disdain.
In that realm where existence was stark,
Brutality’s mark ignited a ceaseless dark.

The air was thick with cynical mirth,
A tainted realm where violence gave birth.
Each breath was a struggle, each hope a jest,
In that domain where, brutality festered unrest.

The walls bore scars of relentless abuse,
In every crack, the screams were still seduced.
The skies, once clear, now roiled and churned,
Reflecting the torment for which it yearned.

Cynicism sprawled like a creeping vine,
Twisting and coiling with an endless malign.
The soul, weary and bruised, bore the strain,
Lost in a tempest of unending pain.

Where the heart’s desire was but a fleeting ghost,
And solace remained a fleeting, hollow boast.
Existence was a cruel jest with no reprieve,
In that gothic sphere, where dreams grieved.

In shadows cast by a withering moon,
The dirge of despair played a mournful tune.
Each step in that domain was a stumble and fall,
A relentless march through the endless pall.

There, every glance was met with disdain,
Each murmur had been a harbinger of further pain.
Hope was a spectre, a phantom of the past,
Lost in the void where shadows were cast.

The darkness reigned with a suffocating weight,
A grim reminder of existence’s cruel fate.
And in that realm where the light was shunned,
The soul remained lost, forever undone.

So, in the heart of that desolate night,
Where existence was a cruel and endless plight,
Lingering in shadows, forever bound,
In the dark dominion where despair was crowned.

Amidst the gloom where suffering was embraced,
Time blurred, and hope was forever erased.
The darkness, a tyrant, claimed every breath,
An eternal waltz with the spectres of death.

There, in the depths of that forsaken vale,
Salvation was sought, yet faltered and failed.
In that dark dominion, bound tight,
Ensnared in despair’s unending night.
Esther Elizabeth Racah