Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: past

  • Among Shadows And Monsters

    Among Shadows And Monsters

    Among shadows and monsters, I was left to hover
    Merciless was the despair inside my broken heart, since misery ruled my life, condemning me to wander endlessly. I was left to merciless ghouls haunting me like wicked demons; all of them reminded me of the past I’ve forever tried to flee.

    Time twisted around me like a serpent, devouring every trace of the glow of a dream, while I wandered among whispers and sighs of all those aborted dreams of mine that I couldn’t save anymore. It felt as though I were seeing my decay with my eyes and I couldn’t find any redemption or rescue from my fate.

    I was adrift in a sinking boat during a winter night storm, all alone facing death. Nobody would ever give attention to my defeat but only me. In the quiet void, my voice was lost like a resentful wind howling without being heard. And in that very moment, I realised and accepted my loneliness and my doomed fate.

    My solitude and misery became my companions while an infernal stupor obsessed my mind, leading me to folly through its betrayal. I sat on my throne of darkness and became queen of the kingdom of shadows and black roses. I was no longer afraid of ghouls and monsters because I had come to be a creature of the night.

    In the abyss of anguish, I ruled over my fears and obsessions. My madness became my loyal reflection. All my fragilities and insecurities morphed into mirrors, thorns and candlesticks. Although I was among shadows and monsters, my fears no longer possessed me; instead, they carved arcane signs on my skin from which I bled.

    I discovered delight in my pains and built my castle from disdain. In magnificence and death, I married oblivion and I erased my name from the book of living souls. The stillness of eternity waited for me and I vanished into the aether. I was in the shadows and in the wind, in clouds and stars. I was an ephemeral gloom and a fleeting shadow, a transfiguration.
    Elisabetta

  • The Silent Room

    The Silent Room

    The Silent Room
    by Esther Elizabeth Racah

    In the silent room where time had lost its way,
    Faint sighs stirred the dusty air.
    Furniture draped in a forgotten grey,
    While shadows lingered, fading in despair.

    The clock’s hands rested in a frozen trance,
    Its pendulum still, mid-arc and paused.
    Sunlight filtered through a dim expanse,
    Casting shapes where silence caused.

    Curtains hung in tattered, faded folds,
    Once vibrant hues were now dulled and cold.
    A chair with threads of age-old gold—
    Vacant, though its tales were bold.

    Walls absorbed the stories of the past,
    Depicting moments long passed by.
    Unspoken secrets held fast
    In the hush where memories lie.

    The dust had settled on forgotten tomes,
    Books whose pages faded to air—
    Their tales were lost in abandoned homes,
    Their words dissolved in silent despair.

    The aura grew heavy with lingering weight,
    Of cries and songs that faded away.
    The silent room remained in the still estate,
    A portrait of ghosts held in sway.

    Cobwebs laced the corners with care,
    Delicate threads in dim light clung.
    Suspended in languid air,
    A monument to decay’s tongue.

    The phantom chimes of a dead clock
    Marked time in a place untouched by change.
    Shadows stretched in twisting mock,
    In this stillness, life seemed estranged.

    The room held its breath in a heavy pause,
    A space where past silence was sung.
    Echoes of old, forgotten applause
    Hung in the air where emptiness clung.

    Every corner harboured a secret past,
    Whispers of voices long since gone.
    The silence stretched, vast and vast,
    In this room where, time was withdrawn.

    The walls echoed with a distant sigh,
    Forgotten reveries of days gone by.
    In this void where nothing could reply,
    Only silence reigned beneath the sky.

  • The Reign of Oppression

    The Reign of Oppression

    The reign of oppression had fallen on the land,
    In ancient days, when freedom’s garden had blossomed,
    The skies had been untainted by the foe,
    Its wings had unfurled, a beacon in the sun.

    The meadows had danced beneath the open skies,
    Their verdant hues had been untouched by lies.
    The rivers had sung in tones both pure and free,
    Reflecting realms of boundless ecstasy.

    Time had wrought a shift in fate’s domain,
    As freedom’s light had fallen to the chains.
    The voices that had risen in liberty
    Had been muffled by the reign of oppression.

    The banners that had fluttered in the breeze
    Had draped in silence, heavy with unease.
    The once-bright fields where dreams had intertwined
    Had been stilled beneath the reign of oppression.

    Where happiness had glided through the sylvan glades,
    Now mournful anguish haunted twilight shades.
    The grandeur of a realm once free and grand
    Had been replaced by iron rule and harsh command.

    The sovereign’s grip had tightened power sternly,
    Freedom’s echoes had faded, dim and worn.
    The courts that had once rung with the people’s voice
    Had been stifled by the reign of oppression.

    The skies, once clear, had been cloaked in dusky grey,
    As freedom’s sun had been veiled by shadows’ sway.
    The land had lain still beneath the reign of oppression,
    Where liberty had succumbed to iron’s chain.

    In the quiet, memories long faded
    Had sought to evoke all of freedom’s light, outclassed.
    The reign had ruled where once had freedom bloomed,
    Its dominance was a shadow in a silent tomb.

    Through fragments of the past and sighs departed,
    The stark reminder of a freedom thwarted.
    The hollow grave where once a spirit thrived,
    Now bore the weight of dominion’s drive.

    In endless night, no dawn would break the gloom,
    The shadows of the past were lost in doom.
    Where once was life, now silence held its reign,
    The void of freedom’s cry was left in vain.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Betrayed Dreams

    Betrayed Dreams

    Betrayed dreams were trapped in a dim chasm where fates were doomed.
    Whispered tales revealed fate’s cruel descent.
    Beneath the moon’s cold, watchful gaze,
    Lay the past where hopes had died.

    In twilight’s hush, the atmosphere grew eerie,
    As dark secrets began to whirl.
    Dreams once woven with silver threads,
    Turned pale and dim, cold and dead.

    In forgotten rooms where laments wept,
    Silent murmurs invoked dreams and illusions.
    Through the misty veils of sorrow’s shroud,
    Wandering ghouls summoned long-lost regrets.

    In a garden wild with brambles and thorns,
    Where happiness and brightness once had rambled,
    Stood a phantom, cold and stark,
    Guarding the graves of dreams now dark.

    Waves of delight faded, turning into wails,
    In the dark night where truth had been belied.
    Promises shattered like fragile crystal,
    In the shadows of a tarnished past.

    In cobbled roads beneath the fog,
    Lay the remnants of melancholic memories.
    Once hopeful verses now turned to dust,
    In the silence, everything had disintegrated.

    The clock hands moved in mournful time,
    Marking the end of each hope’s chime.
    In the stillness of the darkness, remembrances stirred,
    Of betrayed dreams, now gone, forsaken.

    The fire’s warmth, now cold and dim,
    The light of hope was no longer trimmed.
    In the ashes of what once had gleamed,
    Lay the remnants of betrayed dreams.

    In twilight’s arms, where shadows slumbered,
    Lay the legend of dreams that had once lived in the labyrinth of imagination.
    In the garden of whispered winds and silent screams,
    Shadows danced upon the traces of bygone dreams.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Vanishing Mysteries

    Vanishing Mysteries

    Vanished mysteries faded in the twilight’s embrace,
    Where secrets lingered and shadows interlaced.
    Legends of dreams veiled in sullen clouds,
    Lost in the aether, where they drifted out.

    In the stillness of the night, where silence reigned,
    Whispers dissolved into quiet vestiges.
    Once vivid scenes were now ghostly thin,
    Slipped away as darkness drew in.

    By the moon’s cold glare, where shadows ruled over their realm,
    Mysteries swayed in their final clasp.
    Glimmers of truth, now just out of reach,
    Hid in the night’s darkened breach.

    Forsaken alleys and hidden doors,
    Enigmas lost on unseen shores.
    Bygone mysteries left behind,
    At the mercy of wandering winds.

    Pale sighs in the cool night air,
    Told of truths no longer there.
    Phantom stories once held dear,
    Faded away as dawn drew near.

    In archaic forests, where night prevailed,
    Paradoxes lurking along hidden paths.
    Moonlight cast its silver sheen,
    On vanished tales and broken dreams.

    Old ruins, riddles long past,
    Secrets kept but never to last.
    Mysteries cast in shadow’s hold,
    In the halls where dreams grew cold.

    In the fog where silence assembled,
    Lay the end of vanished lanes.
    Mysteries lingered, then were gone,
    In the fleeting touch of dawn.

    Through ancient woods and misty moors,
    Mysteries slipped through unseen doors.
    Were lost to sight into the night’s embrace,
    Leaving whispers in their trace.

    In the tranquillity where shadows danced,
    Ancient sighs drifted away.
    Each nook held a tale so frail,
    Of vanished dreams and secrets pale.

    In the night where secrets come to an end,
    Rested the mysteries, now at peace.
    Disappeared in twilight’s seam,
    Lost forever in a dream.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • A Life Hanging By A Thread

    A Life Hanging By A Thread

    A life hanging by a thread with no past or future,
    When shadows faded and time was erased,
    There was only a single thread,
    Thin like the whisper of a ghost.

    The walls, once festive with tales untold,
    Now stood in silence, stark and cold.
    The echoes of a life no more,
    Had faded to a tale sold.

    The thread, a spectral strand so thin,
    Had dangled from the ceiling’s rim.
    Its gossamer shimmer, pale and dim,
    Had captured life’s last, trembling whim.

    Each corner of that haunted space
    Had held a shadow’s dark embrace.
    Old portraits watched with a mournful face,
    As time had slowed its frenzied pace.

    The thread, in quiet desperation,
    Had struggled with its own vibration.
    It quivered with a deep frustration,
    A symbol of a lost vocation.

    The wind, a cold and distant sigh,
    Had tugged at the thread that hung so high.
    It whispered of a life awry,
    And dreams that flitted by the sky.

    With every gust, the thread would sway,
    As if to lead some soul astray.
    A life once vivid and bright, each day,
    Had dulled to grey and drifted away.

    In that forsaken, dim-lit chamber,
    Where silence spoke in spectral gloom,
    The thread had drawn its final loom,
    And sealed a fate of darkened doom.

    The moment came, the thread had snapped,
    A life once held was gently trapped.
    In shadows deep, it had been wrapped,
    And faded to a void, unapt.

    In the end, the thread had ceased,
    And with it, all that had once increased.
    A life had hung, its tension released,
    And drifted to the past, now peacefully deceased.

    The air grew thick with faint whispers,
    Of lives once lived, now lost, so plaint.
    The final breath had left its taint,
    And shadows mourned the thread’s restraint.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Foggy Nights

    Foggy Nights

    Foggy nights had shrouded the moon’s pale face,
    Whispers of mist had woven through the air,
    Silent streets had been glazed with a ghostly trace,
    A world of shadows had become a hidden and rare realm.

    Lamp posts had flickered with a subdued light,
    Cloaked in different shades of black, blue, and grey, while the towns had slept,
    Noises had echoed, faint and renewed,
    In the fog, every secret had been kept and never revealed.

    Dreams had drifted in the haze as unknown visions,
    Fear and wonder had intertwined,
    In a realm of silence and solitude,
    Foggy nights had been shining mysteries.

    Windows had glowed with muffled lights,
    Shapes had moved softly as undefined geometries,
    Every sound had been a breathless fright,
    On foggy nights, where time had been unlimited.

    The past had emerged, lost in a grey mist,
    Forgotten whispers, fleeting, near,
    Old memories, like ghosts, had replayed,
    On foggy nights, they had reappeared.

    Each corner had held a hidden tale,
    Of love, of sorrow, left behind,
    On foggy nights, where voices had trailed,
    In the mist, their secrets had become bound.

    Lonely souls had wandered the veil,
    Seeking solace in the gloom,
    Foggy nights, where shadows had sailed,
    Through the twilight’s quiet chamber.

    Cloaked figures had drifted through the haze,
    Their faces had been lost, their stories untold,
    Through foggy nights, they had wandered in a daze,
    In this eerie silence, they had been bold.

    Cobblestones had glistened underfoot,
    Each step a whisper, soft and light,
    In the fog, they had sought what had been forgotten,
    Chasing echoes through the night.

    Creeping ivy had embraced old walls,
    Silent sentinels of time gone by,
    On foggy nights, the past had recalled,
    Whispering secrets to the sky.

    Phantom sighs in the alleyways,
    Guided by the moon’s faint glow,
    In the stillness of the foggy maze,
    A timeless prom, slow and low.

    Ancient oaths and broken vows,
    Hidden deep in the fog’s embrace,
    On foggy nights, they had whispered now,
    Lingering in every haunted place.

    From night to dawn, the fog had remained,
    A veil that had wrapped the town in lore,
    Foggy nights, where time had abstained,
    And mysteries had reigned forevermore.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Pain And Anguish

    Pain And Anguish

    Pain and anguish blossomed into a sombre dawn,
    When shadows lingered and hope withdrawn,
    And echoes of sorrow became silent and deep,
    In the abyss of grief, secrets were kept.

    A realm awash in tears that flowed like wild rivers,
    Where darkness reigned, and doubts grew,
    Within this bleak, relentless was the night,
    Glimmers of resilience fainted bright.

    Tales of shattered dreams and hearts torn apart,
    Wove a lore of loss, a solemn art,
    Amidst the despair, a sign of defeat and surrender,
    Yearned to pierce through the perpetual night.

    In the depths of desolation, a journey through sorrow,
    Kindling an unextinguished flame of destruction,
    Within the heavy gloom of ashes of despair,
    After the inexorable loss of solaces and grimaces.

    Haunting and heinous memories became hideous ghosts of the imagination,
    Influential in their gloomy and whispering torments,
    Leaving destruction and death behind.

    The aether became thick with the scent of despair,
    As intrusions from the past pierced through the night air,
    Spectral forms weaving a veil of woes,
    In a sky where the stars refused to glow.

    In a sky perpetually painted with a stormy dye,
    The silence was deafening, and the stillness was heavy as arsenic,
    Binding pure love and innocence in an unwavering state.

    In the shadow of sorrow, dreadful glimmers appeared,
    A long-forgotten nightmare as a distant hope,
    Fumbling in the darkness, wicked and frail,
    But enough to whisper that everything was lost.

    Pain and anguish bloomed into scorn and despair,
    During journeys made of infinite trials and unknown foes,
    When obscurity lingered and hope withdrawn,
    Echoes of sorrow became silent and deep,
    In the abyss of grief, secrets were kept.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Unveiled Dreams Of The Night

    The Unveiled Dreams Of The Night

    The unveiled dreams of the night,
    In the imperative silence and desolation,
    Gleamed an ephemeral light,
    Enlightening the vast abyss of nothingness.

    Whispered secrets were soft and slight,
    In shadows cast by starlit constellations,
    A firmament of luminaries, stitched tight,
    Against the cold embrace of emptiness.

    Through veils of time, they faded in flight,
    Their fragile forms defied all limitations,
    With wings of thought, they soared in the emptiness,
    Embracing dawn with ethereal grace and soulful tenderness.

    As morning broke, the dreams disappeared,
    Beyond the reach of mortal contemplation,
    Leaving a trace, a spark, a sight,
    A promise of eternal, boundless bliss.

    Through the realm where fantasies ruled,
    And imagination weaved in seamless manifestation,
    The unveiled dreams of the night, as destiny intended,
    Became the guiding stars of desires.

    In the oblivion where longings were lost,
    They ignited passions of bold determination,
    And from the depths where darkness descended,
    They rose a beacon of illumination.

    At every moment, their essence transcended,
    Through cycles of dreams’ transformation,
    In forbidden mazes where time halted,
    In realms untouched by mortal grasp.

    Across the vast expanse of infinite,
    Where dreams intertwined with illusions,
    They painted the canvas of deception and betrayal,
    In shadows cast by the echoes of their past.

    As promises lingered in the void,
    Tales of mystery and wonder were concealed,
    In the chronicles of fate and death,
    Far from every congenial idea.

    Through hallways of forgotten spheres,
    Where shadows weaved webs of forgotten lore,
    Ancient mysteries lingered in their sombre embrace,
    Time’s relentless march erased their trace.

    In the silent embrace of the eternal dimness,
    The unveiled dreams of the night found solace in their plight,
    Guided by stars of flickering brightness,
    Revealing secrets to the wandering souls in darkness.

    Through unknown games of shadows and light,
    Tales of the night thrived in elusive enigmas,
    Etched in the firmament’s infinite height,
    A symphony played by celestial drifters.

    Beneath the gaze of everlasting flames,
    The dreams, like phantoms, danced with fervour,
    Woven into an invisible maze,
    Until they dissolved like tears in the rain.

    Ethereal sparkles illuminated the void; in their ephemeral space,
    In the midst of the eternal dimness that held no trace,
    The unveiled dreams of the night illuminated the void,
    In their ephemeral space.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Dark Nightmares

    Dark Nightmares

    Dark nightmares of morning glow
    They were rising like a gentle breeze
    Like heavy clouds begun to wander
    Across the infinite horizon of my sight
    The pleasant summer nights faded from my memories
    Till the moon came gently down and my eyes gazed a far candle
    In a dark chamber of grey stones
    Remembering the sunny weather of the past years
    I never ceased to build my castle
    Writing down broken notes

    Dark nightmares
    As all the visions from a distant past are gone
    And now my nightmares are glued with pains
    When memories become dark, the whole world disappears
    Cold dreams are like the frosty winter wind
    In time I must flee, and my voice becomes true
    As long as I’m alive and anguish pricks my heart
    I live in a dim silence
    A lotus grazes my imagination
    Still lost within myself

    Dark nightmares of my senses’ slumber
    The long loneliness of my heart
    Moments lost in the world
    Like shadows of a dream
    Not a breath in my own mind
    Thoughts belonging to the labyrinth of my soul
    Far in the mist
    Lying deep inside of myself
    My wishes do bother me
    Every time I glimpse the pain in my heart

    Dark nightmares drag me to the infinite abyss of despair
    So dismal and cold is my soul that it became dead
    I’ve grown so restless in sorrow
    While nothing in my life occurs but silent dreams
    The sky is only a cold essence
    And I am forever lonely
    I walked through the darkness with a blue wind hitting me
    Like tiny daggers slashing my skin
    When a hasty storm broke the clouds into dust
    Hushed by a mournful silence, I embraced my everlasting grief.

    Dark nightmares and illusions
    They came and shed darkness
    While each memory bent my emotions
    A swarthy shudder whispered unrevealed secrets
    A sea of fire emerged at the sound of my tears
    Madness and dismay became my consolation and comfort
    Fleeing from an insane lodging
    In a fleeting moment where fragments of my soul were scattered in the cold gusts of indifference
    Buying busy weeping my broken dreams
    When the shadows of the clouds cast a spell on me.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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