Tag: realm

  • Macabre Dreams

    Macabre Dreams

    Macabre dreams descended like heavy rain on the realm of delusions,
    Transforming desires into distasteful visions,
    Where shadows writhed in the dim fog’s embrace,
    And twisted despairs occurred through the vast ocean of mirages.

    The stars and the moon were surrounded by a dim emptiness,
    Casting ghoulish shapes upon the walls of the night.
    A mournful wind disclosed secrets into hollow trees and dead flowers,
    Its outcry was a dirge that brought the whole realm to collapse.

    Phantoms wandered through the fields of forgotten woe,
    Tracing paths where only the lost dared to go.
    Their hollow laughter filled the startling ambience,
    Chilling the hearts of those who still rambled there.

    A spectre emerged from the gloom, draped in decay,
    With eyes like dim embers that slowly burned away.
    Its touch, a cold shiver, crept through the bones,
    Raising the cries of a thousand forgotten moans.

    Beneath the earth, where silence claimed its kingdom,
    And coffins murmured secrets of a restless death,
    The graves began to stir with a profound longing,
    As if yearning to rise from their slumbering soil.

    In this land where light dared not linger anymore,
    Hope dissolved, and sanity withered away.
    Time unravelled, thread by thread until nought remained,
    But the shroud of despair, eternally stained.

    Macabre dreams bloomed like tainted flames, unending,
    Their burning caress, relentless, always descending.
    No dawn would pierce this nightmarish domain,
    For here, the darkness reigned, unbroken, unfeigned.

    The whispers of the abyss grew ever near,
    Clawing at the remnants of a life once held dear.
    The burning moans of delusional dreamers grew louder, more distinct,
    Till even the silence trembled on the brink.

    And so the realm lay adrift, a world without reprieve,
    Where even the dead had no respite to grieve.
    An abyss of madness and cruelty was in its demise,
    For eternity and beyond.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Realm Of Darkness

    The Realm Of Darkness

    The realm of darkness reigned over the valley of shadows,
    Whispers echoed of secrets long kept,
    Wandering through that eerie land,
    Where ghosts clung tight to cold and dead sand castles.

    The moon hung pale and meagre in the haunted sky,
    Casting a sallow glow where the ghouls lay.
    Hollow stares oversaw with silent dread,
    In a dwelling where the living had fled.

    A mansion loomed with windows cracked,
    Its halls lay silent and obscured by memories.
    Cobwebs shrouded each corner tight,
    As time became still in the endless nights.

    A frosty wind lingered among forsaken relics,
    An ancient place that harboured only quiet death.
    The walls hummed with tales of sorrow and woe,
    Of existences lost centuries ago.

    Doors creaked open with eerie sobs,
    Leading further where the darkness had grown.
    An ambience of doom and fear arose, but there was no escape,
    A suffocating silence filled the air.

    Through endless halls, shadows deceived,
    Each niche hid despair’s cruel snare,
    In a place where night clung to the air.

    A mirror waited in a forgotten room,
    Reflecting faces twisted in doom.
    One spectre stared back with eyes so grim,
    Trapped in the void, lost and dim.

    Once whole, now merely a part
    Of the darkness that tore apart.
    In the realm of darkness, forever to dwell,
    Dreamers were ensnared in the night’s cruel spell.

    Underneath the floors, shadows crawled,
    Restless dreams could not befall.
    Ancient fears were left behind,
    In the void where echoes bind.

    The wind howled through barren trees,
    Carrying with it ghostly pleas
    Of those who entered and never returned,
    Their stories of terror were forever unrevealed.

    An ancient clock ticked loudly in the gloom,
    Marking time in that eternal vault.
    Its pendulum swung like a centuries-old curse,
    Shrouding this realm in a veil of forgotten lore.

    Lights faded as shadows reigned,
    Trapped in a world of endless despair.
    No dawn broke that eternal night,
    Only sorrow beneath the gelid moon’s dim light.

    The realm of darkness lingered, forever lost,
    Where shadows wove tales of eternal night.
    In silence, memories were left to drift,
    Their essence was bound in the grasp of the void—
    An endless existence in a haunted dream.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Realm Of Solitude And Death

    The Realm Of Solitude And Death

    The realm of solitude and death was the reality of the empirical world,
    Where the paroxysm of loud emptiness and obscenity extinguished the frail beauty and delight.

    Somewhere between the darkness and light, there was a realm of lost desires,
    With no expectations left but only a bitter awareness.

    Soft-spoken words, once tender like nocturnal whispers, were swallowed by the abyss of emptiness,
    Their gentle promises were gripped by a greedy void that rendered them meaningless.

    In such a harsh landscape, beauty was turned into a fleeting spectre, easily consumed by the relentless nothingness,
    Delight, once magnificent and resplendent, had withered under the weight of pervasive desolation.

    Dreams and aspirations lay scattered, their essence extinguished by the crushing weight of a cruel reality,
    Echoes of unfulfilled longings were carved on the cold stones of a barren infinity, starkly contrasting with dreams.

    Every utterance, every mellow promise, disappeared into the darkness,
    The silence, absolute and isolating, caused even the most earnest expressions of feelings to be meaningless.

    The realm of solitude and death induced fragments of hope and beauty to be forever eclipsed,
    Forever forsaken in the relentless march of blankness and sorrow.

    Crying out of despair was just useless because of the imperishable cruelty of fate.
    All the ghostly puppets were powerless, and with time, they believed only to be worthless.

    The terrific silence of the annihilation echoed in the entire universe,
    Where the obscurity destroyed even the faintest flicker of light.

    In this vast emptiness, the stars seemed to mourn in their loneliness; their once bright glow was now reduced to a cold, apathetic shimmer.

    The veil of existence was but a thin cloth, easily torn by the ceaseless winds of despair, leaving behind only relics of bygone days.

    Amidst this astral desolation, expectations lay buried beneath layers of relentless darkness, suffocated by the heaviness of the eternal void.

    Each moment persisted, a remembrance of the unyielding nature of this forsaken realm, where the past and future dissolved into an infinite abyss of sorrow.

    And so, the abyss of solitude and death remained, an unending memento of the demise of lost dreams, where even echoes of existence faded into eternal quietness.
    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

  • In An Evanescent Realm

    In An Evanescent Realm

    In an evanescent realm of fantasy and dreams,
    Chaos and tumult reigned,
    While reality’s tether surrendered to the imagination power.
    Echoes of fancies and delusions, wild and untamed,
    In the labyrinth of the subconscious, they were the rulers.
    Reflections of madness swirled unseen,
    In the jumbled weave, illusions convened.
    Shadows and spectres, fleeting and fleet,
    In that ephemeral realm, they did meet.
    Beneath the stars’ ethereal glow,
    Secret gardens whispered enigmas from long ago.
    Visions spun like threads of silk,
    Weaving tales of joy and ilk.
    Within the maelstrom of the night,
    Shadows danced in flickering lights.
    Ghosts wandered, lost yet free,
    In realms of boundless darkness.
    Through the mazes of time, they glided,
    Where past and future intertwined and collided.
    Memories faded, future ideas gleamed,
    In the kaleidoscope of hallucinations.
    When the hush of twilight embraced the skies,
    A fanciful forgetfulness lingered like a soft and sweet bubble.
    In the tranquil fate of dawn’s gentle bliss,
    The dimness of enchantments remained in a dark abyss.
    Amidst the clouds of nightmares and dreams,
    A poem of creation sparkled like an eternal flame.
    Through the veils of uncertainty, everything vanished,
    In the endless and infinite world of sadness and despair.
    Phantoms and phantasmagorias haunted the eerie silence,
    A space of nothingness and obliteration.
    A sordid tale of woe and anguish dared the fear,
    Once, the deluge of delights was shattered like crystal gems.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Realms Of Imagination

    The Realms Of Imagination

    The realms of imagination in the silence
    I had no trace of the visions that I had dreamed
    And listened to them once day and night
    Fountains and planets floated into the nothingness
    Like many thoughts that seem so knowledgeable
    Stars in words, flowers in my hair
    In the depths of everything, into the ocean and waters
    The realm of the universe
    As clouds rain into dusk
    Looking at the storm in light and darkness

    The realms of imagination in the stillness
    It is almost like a dream gleaming in my memories
    Once again, darkness will bring no shadow
    On the rivers and waters that are clear
    When the ocean rises to the sky like storm mountains with happiness, sorrow and bliss
    The mystery of existence is as deep as its own secrets
    Touching the surface of all that was written
    My dreams are to stay
    And thinking of that perfect place
    A world of wonders where boundaries and bonds dissolve

    The realms of imagination in the universe
    Time seems impossible to discover
    As I recall in my inner thoughts
    I become a part of everything, and nothing
    Dreams fly away beyond reality’s boundaries and fade from my sight
    A world of magnificence and bliss
    Where anything can be
    Unleashing creativity set my soul free
    Within the realms of imagination’s domain resides a universe where fantasies reign
    And whispered words dissolve in painted skies

    The realms of imagination
    Where magic can be real, and fantasy becomes an eternal seal
    In the realms of imagination, stories unfold, displaying a tapestry of new and old words
    A captivating imagination’s garden where dreams are cast
    A gateway to explore
    Where the mind’s eye opens, unlocking every door
    A canvas for ideas, limitless and vast
    Within the realms of imagination, worlds collide
    Where ordinary thoughts become magical thrills
    And mazes of flower meadows that shine like sparkling water surface

    The realms of imagination and oddities
    Where dreams come alive
    An imagination’s haven where creativity and hopes thrive
    Wherein the expected transforms and magic comes to be alive
    A realm of marvel where ideas shine brightly, dreams reside and hearts are inspired
    In the realms of fantasy, the reality is blurred
    A world of beliefs and illusion, where dreams are swirled
    Where imagination’s spark ignites my soul and creativity makes me whole
    Thoughts intertwine, creating an intricacy of divine ideas
    Like clouds of fire that disappear

    The realms of imagination and inspiration
    Where tales are created and forever adorned
    The mind explores new worlds by day and night
    A realm of endless wonders, where dreams come true and always renew
    Where visions unfold, and stories are written in undefined verses
    New landscapes emerge from a labyrinth of thoughts
    Unfolding like secrets hidden in ethereal books
    Mountains of fantasy blow the sky
    In these realms, the ordinary evolves into extraordinary
    Where colours are vibrant, and everything turns visionary

    The realms of imagination
    Where the unimaginable flourishes
    And the impossible becomes a tangible reality
    As daydream proms with boundless skill
    The stars and galaxies seem within reach
    Navigating through this enchanting world with no bounds or restraints
    For in these realms, I am the architect of my dreams
    Where the extraordinary becomes the ordinary
    So I let myself embrace this magical domain
    And let my imagination forever reign.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • An Unempirical Realm

    An Unempirical Realm

    An unempirical realm
    As a characteristic of nature
    Poetry is an environment of emotions
    It is pretty far from pleonexia
    But extremely close to lavishness
    Wisdom is an ethereal essence
    Created to live a life of bliss and joy
    It is unfathomable and conceivable
    Nature is in everything and nothingness
    Time continues until darkness end
    A day lost in hope is lost forever
    Exhaustion of delight and lust
    An honour of anguish and hopelessness

    An unempirical realm of mystery
    Where the mind is detached and unrestrained
    A lifetime becomes an instant
    Time is unrepeatable
    The world is peaceless
    Recycled wounds are made of illusions
    Grasping the endless void of emotions futilely
    In a universe of solitons and darkness
    The emptiness becomes glorified and celebrated
    A single time of consciousness is enough
    The cosmic waves and oceans are made of ideas
    Everything gets lost in time and forsaken
    Forgotten and eternal worlds

    An unempirical realm of nature
    Enchanted without any meaning
    When every word is denied
    Seeking the beginning
    With rare selfishness and envy
    An intelligible system of life
    A single extraordinary and unknown universe
    Among the several ones
    In acts of worldly senses
    Escaping the sight of light and reality
    The realm of the depths of life
    Nothing to achieve and reach by
    But only the silence of peace

    An unempirical realm
    A landscape of old times
    The egotism of truth and denial
    The void of love and greed
    In search for a space and dimension
    By the inescapable soul enchantment
    With so many fallen dreams and precariousness
    When I perceive the shadows of the stars
    Struggling with every kind of achievement
    A devotion which was lost and recovered
    Holding a vision meant no sympathy
    The essences of life and death are enclosed
    With so many spasms of a new creation.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • A Solemn Silence

    A Solemn Silence

    A solemn silence in a terrific isolation
    An ocean of ice and fire
    An assembly of anguish and vanity
    Sadness and despondency
    Stars and clouds swirl at every blast of the winds
    Being encompassed in darkness
    A tumultuous remembrance leaves me
    listless and silent
    Now in the night
    And still
    I’ve lived a distant life
    Far from me
    When I was alone
    Where no one is so free
    Which might have changed
    Many times
    Years
    Too suddenly as well as never

    A solemn silence in the loneliness
    Where all around, my thoughts are bound
    Even if there is a sound
    Silent souls sink into a dim and sweet lake
    The sea waves advance like ancient mountains
    Calm and still lingering in the snow
    Many earthly ghouls float in the aether
    My potion of delirium and defeat
    In an incessant struggle with logic and treacherousness
    What could I be able to leave forever
    Wandering in the infinite dispersion of my emotions
    Getting lost and pretending to find myself
    One of the several versions

    A solemn silence in the loneliness
    Travelling and losing the path
    In a labyrinth of shattered mirrors and illusions
    Once the discovery is sparkling with dark hues
    I encounter the truth and dismay
    In the loss of beliefs and resolutions
    On a dark and still night
    When the only noise comes from the wind flying through the leaves
    At the dawn of a longly forgotten place
    The clouds seem suddenly collide and burn
    Through the depths of my heart
    A solitary sky had bled away
    In a thousand years of dread
    Amidst the frozen lights

    A solemn silence of the night
    It is like winter after dusk
    The past had gone far away
    All the seasons will blossom and die
    Before the sun hath gone
    At the end of time
    A dream of spiritual passions
    The secret of vanity
    The mystery of a dream
    Once lost forever
    In the immensity of the void
    When a distant wind blasts
    A new spring of every thought begins
    And a realm of starry glimmers
    Lighting the sunset sky
    Beneath the mountains’ stillness.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • A Comfortless Dreary Sky

    A Comfortless Dreary Sky

    A comfortless dreary sky
    A terrific and beautiful tempest
    Made of anguishes and broken dreams
    Once they belonged to the realm of quests and stupor
    But interrupted in the very moment of truth and beauty
    To become fragments of a whole nightmare
    In the abyss of ineptitude and betrayal
    I might question the night about my future
    It may come in fanfare sounds and sparkling obscurity
    Obscenity and banality don’t belong to my realm
    Maybe it is the case I change my windows in front of a sarcastic landscape
    Who could enquire what is real?
    So many fragile lies built under the shape of a high castle
    Not visible anymore
    Relying on the benefit of the doubt too many times
    I decided to move to another world
    Obsession for knowledge
    And the dominion of words and imaginary scenarios
    The obliteration of ignominious dreams in the darkness
    Dreaming is like breathing

    A comfortless dreary sky
    A misty veil of rain and storm
    A sublime ecstasy of a soothing slumber
    In an obscure realm of illusions and dismay
    Amidst a very midst of a dim sea
    The sun seems to glare through the gloomy clouds
    Cold darkness in existence with no thoughts or wisdom
    It abides only bliss beyond reality
    In a universe that is getting apart
    Whenever a dream reveals its mysteries from nothing
    The eternity of time is too far from the truth
    And brightness abides among the grey stars in the skies
    Greeting every emotion in vain
    My only place to be is with sorrows
    Which are no longer lies
    My heart became sweet as the snow
    My dark path conducts me to the loneliest room
    With gentle solitude and no comfort or rest
    Once the mystery of each star is disclosed
    A slight wind of fear will blow inside my soul.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Without Laudable Expectations

    Without Laudable Expectations

    Without Laudable Expectations

    Without laudable expectations
    When bliss overcomes a temporary melancholy
    In a disillusioned numbness of the soul
    No dream can endure so long time
    And everything becomes ephemeral
    Every single expectation is kept in a sacred shed
    Once all the dreams are swallowed by oblivion
    Hollow trees of humiliation stand in front of the ineptitude
    Shallowness wandering towards inertia and madness
    After the senses have fallen into a deep slumber of unconsciousness
    Only dreary expectancies would touch the sadness for just an instant
    An instant of sacred anguish that would eternalize every trembling passion
    And when the darkness pierces every realm
    Every disgrace becomes a blissful solace.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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