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  • Darkness and Dreams

    Darkness and Dreams

    Darkness and dreams had held the night in thrall,
    A realm where shadows whispered, devouring all.
    Through endless voids, where fear took root,
    The path was lost beneath each haunting foot.

    The moon’s dim light, swallowed by dreams,
    Faltered under darkness’s ruthless schemes.
    Dreams, like phantoms, twisted through the air,
    Filling cursed streets with cold despair.

    Beneath a sky where nightmares reigned,
    The ink-stained sea had swallowed all in vain.
    Dreams surged like tides in an eerie dance,
    Drawing all into a deep, shadowed trance.

    A tower had loomed, wrapped in endless night,
    Where dreams turned dark and extinguished all light.
    Hope had become a fleeting gleam,
    Swallowed whole by a dream’s dark scream.

    Stars, once bright, had been shrouded in gloom,
    Flickering like dreams caught in an endless doom.
    In the darkness, the voids had whispered low,
    Of secrets, the dreamworld wished to show.

    Shadows had gathered, thick as fears,
    Spinning dreams, entwining years.
    Darkness, a shroud that wouldn’t lift,
    Had carried dreams in an endless drift.

    Dreams of escape had faltered and bent,
    Crushed beneath darkness’s cruel descent.
    A realm of sleep where none could flee,
    As dreams became a cold reality.

    The iron gate had gleamed, a portal to dread,
    Guarded by dreams of the nameless dead.
    In the depths, darkness had claimed its throne,
    Where dreams of light were overthrown.

    Freedom had vanished, consumed by night,
    As dreams, unrelenting, had held their might.
    No dawn, no hope, no distant gleam,
    Only the endless dark and dream.

    Darkness and dreams, forever entwined,
    Had woven a prison around the mind.
    A soul, once free, had been lost to the dimness,
    Bound to dreams, never coming back.

    Thus, in shadows where nightmares slept,
    Darkness and dreams in silence crept.
    In endless night, the fate had been sealed,
    Where darkness and dreams were forever revealed.

    In shadows deep, where nightmares gleamed,
    Darkness and dreams had reigned supreme.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Labyrinth of Despair

    The Labyrinth of Despair

    The labyrinth of despair sprawled in endless ways,
    In the twilight of forgotten days.
    Its walls, etched with sorrowed lines,
    Held shadows deep where hope declines.

    Every turn unveiled a maze,
    Twisted paths in a dismal haze.
    Fragments of delights, now long gone,
    Wove through the corridors, forlorn.

    Lost spirits wandered through the gloom,
    Their faces were etched with silent doom.
    The air was thick with unspoken dread,
    As darkness fell on dreams long dead.

    Each corner turned, the same old sight,
    A ceaseless spiral into the night.
    Grief, the guide with a cruel arrow,
    Led weary hearts through a land so narrow.

    Time had no meaning in this place,
    Where hope was but a fleeting trace.
    The clasp of the labyrinth of despair, so cold and tight,
    Swallowed the last remnants of light.

    Phantoms whispered from the walls,
    Their secrets drowned in endless calls.
    The looming shadows seemed to close in,
    A claustrophobic trap for the weary within.

    In that maze of dim despair,
    Lost entities wandered, unaware.
    Each step was a reminder of their plight,
    As the labyrinth consumed the night.

    Hope once bright, now dimmed and frail,
    Lost in the labyrinth’s endless tale.
    The spectre of fear with no end in sight,
    Crushed every spark in the dead of night.

    The labyrinth of despair twisted, endlessly vast,
    Its horrors were bound by the shadows cast.
    Forever they wandered, a spectral crew,
    In a maze where no light could pierce through.

    Desperation grew with every turn,
    As the walls seemed to tighten and burn.
    No exit appeared in the ever-shifting scene,
    A murky veil of unforeseen darkness.

    Specters writhed and danced with glee,
    Mocking the trapped wanderers endlessly.
    Their weary steps echoed in vain,
    Lost in a maze of eternal pain.

    The labyrinth’s grip held them tight,
    A prison of unending night.
    Cries were lost in the eerie plight,
    Swallowed whole by the relentless blight.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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