Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

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  • Flames and Stars

    Flames and Stars

    Flames and stars glazed perpetually in the realm of fire,
    Where only passions were found to blossom like crimson roses,
    With an ethereal colour and texture typical of eternal love.

    Beneath the canopy of twilight’s embrace, flames and stars swirled,
    Like feathers of fire dancing upon a sea of shadows,
    Their sighs murmured secrets that burned and blurred,
    In the rapture of night where eternity forever glows.

    The atmosphere was full of the scent of scorched desire,
    As tongues of flame entwined in a fevered caress,
    Consuming all that dared to venture higher,
    Into the inferno’s kiss, where both agony and bliss blended.

    And there, amidst the fire’s ravenous roar,
    The stars bled silver blood drops, caught in a fevered trance,
    Mirroring the desires who burned forevermore,
    In the madness of a love’s doomed dance.

    Their light wept gently, and yet it did not die,
    But melded with the flames to forge a world anew,
    Where the ashes of dreams soared to the sky,
    And hearts blazed bright, as if reborn and true.

    In that realm, no dawn could break the night’s spell,
    No winds could extinguish the ardour’s searing flames,
    For here, love’s conflagration would forever dwell,
    A kingdom where passion and pain were one and the same.

    And so, flames and stars wandered, lost within an exquisite blaze,
    Their shadows cast upon the molten ground,
    Their hearts ignited in love’s fevered haze,
    Where every beat echoed a relentless, haunting sound.

    The firestorm reached out like frantic arrows,
    Grasping at the starlit veil above,
    Yearning to escape the searing lands,
    But forever bound by the weight of love.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • 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 Swamp Of Fear

    The Swamp Of Fear

    The swamp of fear and dismay,
    A realm of no escape and no hope,
    Where nightmares ruled slumber
    And hypnosis betrayed ingenuity.

    Idiotic mirrors cast spells over the crowd of senseless ghosts,
    Deprived of every speck of wisdom,
    Wandered in the darkness without a reference,
    Believing the lie as truth.

    Sour tears fell upon the garden of obliviousness,
    A place of refuge for those who sought to destroy memories,
    Confident that the pain would disappear,
    As a vanishing dream in the valley of grief.

    But the shadows only deepened,
    And the weight of forgotten sorrow lingered still.
    In the labyrinth of shattered dreams,
    Each step carried the echoes of forgotten screams.

    Unseen needles pulled at the strings of consciousness,
    Twisting reality into grotesque shapes,
    Ghouls bled into nightmares.
    In the distance, a phantom bell tolled,
    Ringing for the lost souls who kneeled before oblivion.
    They whispered prayers to a silent void,
    Sought release, yet were trapped in endless woe.
    The fog of despair thickened,
    The swamp of fear swallowed all light.

    And the stars themselves flickered out,
    As if extinguished by unseen forces.
    Through tangled vines of despair,
    The withering winds howled secrets untold.

    And the void, cold and indifferent,
    Watched over the endless night of the forsaken.
    Faint glimmers of false hope flickered,
    Only to be swallowed whole
    By the ever-hungry void.

    In this realm where time did not exist,
    The living and dead became entangled,
    Their souls entwined in a dance
    Of eternal unrest.

    The swamp of fear stretched further,
    Claiming all that wandered near.
    In the end, nothing remained
    But relics of forsaken entities
    And dreams that had turned to dust.

    In the suffocating dark,
    A silent scream drowned in the abyss,
    And the cursed lantern faded,
    Leaving nothing but shadows,
    As the swamp of fear spread across an eternity,
    And all sank into oblivion.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • A Secret Doom

    A Secret Doom

    A Secret Doom,
    Cracks spread like nightmares across the pale sky of dusk,
    Twisting through the bones of the earth, splitting it wide,
    As secrets, dark and festering, rise from forgotten graves.
    Whispers drip from shadows unseen, crawling through the air,
    A doom long carved in echoes, unspoken yet unavoidable,
    An invisible weight pressing down on the heart of the world.
    Each breath tastes of ruin, sharp as the edge of a knife,
    A phantom’s regret lingers in every corner of the mind.

    Beneath the surface of the soil, something stirs, something waits,
    A hidden truth buried deep, locked within the marrow of the earth,
    Its presence was felt in the tremble of leaves, in the shiver of wind,
    As the sky darkens with dread and the stars turn cold.
    Eyes close, but visions remain, burning behind the lids,
    Fingers grasp at the air, tearing at the unseen veil of reality,
    But nothing holds—the void laughs softly,
    A quiet madness that hums beneath the skin,
    Invisible threads of fate weaving a pattern of despair.

    A secret doom spins its web, each strand a tale of forgotten sorrow,
    Tangled in the fabric of existence, in the very core of being,
    Where chaos reigns, and reason falls away into oblivion.
    Nothing remains but the endless fall, the plunge into the unknown,
    Where no ground waits beneath, only the infinite descent,
    Into the crushing weight of emptiness, a hollow pit of eternity.
    In this place, secrets and doom entwine,
    Feeding on the darkness, growing stronger,
    Until only the echoes remain, fading into nothingness,
    Lost in the void where all is forgotten, and all is lost.
    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

  • The Alchemy Of Darkness

    The Alchemy Of Darkness

    The alchemy of darkness cast its spell
    In ancient castles where shadows dwelled.
    A tale of dark enchantments swelled,
    Through the alchemy of night’s embrace,
    Secrets whimpered, lost in time.

    Once the spark of light in darkness kindled,
    With mystic words and arcane thoughts,
    In cauldrons deep where gloom was brewed,
    Dreams transformed, and darkness grew.

    In cryptic tomes of ages past,
    Lay the spells of shadows cast.
    The alchemy of night’s domain
    Turned light to dark’s refrain.

    Phantoms rose in midnight’s veil,
    Reflecting a whispered tale.
    In the stillness, darkness flourished,
    Where once, the light of day had strived.

    In moonlit chambers, shadows toiled,
    With potions dark and secrets spoiled.
    In every flask, a cloud stirred,
    Turning light into arcane spells.

    The night’s elixir, dark and deep,
    Held secrets that the shadows kept.
    In every drop, a story told
    Of light transformed, of dreams grown cold.

    Under watchful eyes, light faded into night.
    Darkness became an artwork of dismay,
    Transforming light into a twisted luminary.
    Shadiness revealed mysteries, igniting silent frights.

    Gloominess remained the keeper of antique spells and arcane wisdom,
    In a storm of the night, echoes of dread began their silent flight.
    Through alchemy, light had faded,
    Into the dark, its debt repaid.

    In twilight’s grasp, the darkness unfolded,
    A silent world of eerie hue.
    Through alchemy, the night held sway,
    Turning light to shadow’s play.

    The ancient craft, in darkness, bound,
    With every spell, the night was profound.
    In shadows deep, where secrets lay,
    The alchemy of darkness thrived.

    So, in the night when silence screamed,
    Lay the alchemy of haunted dreams.
    In the darkness, truth abided,
    Where light and shadow intertwined and collided.

    The mystic arts had wrought their end,
    In twilight’s realm, where shadows blended.
    The work was never done,
    In the dark where night and light had spun.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Silent Darkness

    Silent Darkness

    Silent darkness lay among the garden of dreams and nightmares,
    Illusions and chimaeras blossomed into alluring flowers,
    Under the sight of a dark night sky studded with stars.

    Solemn promises of failed loves and altered desires were the guardians of this sacred alcove,
    A garden immersed in a silent darkness.

    Moonlight glimmered, illuminating the scene with a spectral glow,
    Casting shadows that moved with a ghostly grace.
    Fragments of forgotten vows were scattered through the still air,
    As the past intertwined itself with the present.

    Each petal was exhausted by the burden of memories,
    Infuse with the fragrance of longing and regret.
    The trees loomed eternal, their branches like skeletal arms,
    Reaching out to caress the fabric of the night.

    In this garden, time halted to flow,
    Instants frozen in a fragile web.
    Dreams entangled with nightmares,
    Creating an ethereal veil of beauty and despair.

    A mild breeze stirred the leaves of decay,
    A sigh of the universe manifesting in the dark night.
    A wind that carried the essence of lost yearnings,
    Revealing secrets to those who dared to imagine fantasy worlds.

    Beneath the ancient oak, a stone throne lay,
    Weathered by the passage of countless seasons.
    It kept the marks of periods of solace and delight,
    In the embrace of the garden’s silent refuge.

    The stars above bore a timeless glint,
    Glimpses of the tales created in this secret place.
    They shimmered like distant lanterns,
    Guiding daring wandered through the labyrinth of dreams.

    Silent darkness obscured the night,
    A solitary warder of the fragile beauty.
    It draped the garden in an eternal silence,
    Holding its enigmas in the chasms of the night.

    The secret garden was the dwelling of dreams and nightmares,
    Where delusions and mirages flourished,
    Silent darkness lingered as a timeless protection of an invisible realm.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Poisonous Embrace

    Poisonous Embrace

    Poisonous embrace in a garden’s darkened glade,
    Where shadows twisted and wove,
    While a serpent’s hiss slithered like a whispered kiss beneath the autumn’s rove.

    Among the blooms, so mysterious and colourful, a secret lay concealed,
    Like a venom so pure, in innocent petals’ core, whose true intent was never to be revealed.

    Flowers of darkness, with their colours vibrant and sweet scents, lured the trustful hearts,
    Although their veins were sources of a toxic strain of deadly spite and lust.
    The touch was so delicate, the caress like sunshine.

    Nevertheless, threat lay within,
    A fatal bite, a brisk delight, a kiss of death’s cruel grin.
    A fatal lingering in the garden’s heart, behind the ornate gate.

    Wanderers of wild greens sought the garden’s charm, enchanted by beauty’s glow,
    Oblivious, they strolled through the path where the poison’s roots did prosper.
    They plucked the flowers whose scent made them unconscious of their fate.

    The sun would die, the moon would arise, and clouds would become more bold,
    In the wicked night’s grasp, the garden’s face shifted from amiable to insensitive,
    For those ghouls who lingered spasmodically under the spell of the venom, the night offered no respite from their torment.

    The poisonous embrace turned into a love that vanished into bitter ashes like a burnt dream in the darkest despair.
    Through concealed secrets, enigmas of sorrow reached every futile heart that met death.
    Legends of defeated lovers and trust betrayed were like a poison descending from the sky.

    Magnificent flowers, once so full of life, were now symbols of deceit and destruction,
    Their decay was a reminder of the hidden collapse beneath their beauty.
    Years departed, the garden’s tale, just a legend to be remembered.

    Delusions masked in vanity’s guise turned hearts into hard and cold stones.
    The blooms still flourished, the fragrances sweet, yet none ever dared tread that soil,
    For each leaf contained a toxic grief, a lethal truth.

    The fantastic tale of blossoms’ fair allure,
    Unveiled a bloom where toxic doom endured—
    A fate that’s dark, impure.
    In every leaf, a tale of grief, a story of despair,
    A poisonous embrace awaited those who wandered there.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Oblivious Desires

    Oblivious Desires

    Oblivious desires hid beneath the starred sky,
    Nonsense from the clouds of voluptuous dreams,
    Becoming nightmares of an endless night spent in the labyrinth of darkness,
    Love and death were entwined like roses and thorns.

    Magic mirages were a transcendent wisp,
    Illusions faded with the breaking dawn,
    Phantasms that weathered on the edges of reality,
    Vanishing like shadows when the light was drawn.

    The moon whispered secrets to the silent sea,
    As waves crashed with a mournful melody,
    Lost souls wandered in the twilight’s embrace,
    Seeking consolation in the echoes of a forgotten cry.

    How indifferent were the stars to every earthly plight,
    Glimmering coldly in their distant domain,
    Witnessing the folly of mortal yearnings,
    As dreams dissolved into the night again.

    Oblivion embraced those who dared to dream and forget,
    In the realm where light and shadow met,
    Their desires, ephemeral as morning mist,
    Vanished in the twilight, bittersweet.

    The labyrinth’s passages recounted tales,
    Of love lost in the periods of time,
    Where roses wilted and thorns remained,
    In the garden of memories and regrets, so hauntingly sublime.

    Beneath the luminaries’ indifferent gaze,
    Hope flickered like a candle’s flame,
    Destined to be devoured by the obscurity,
    Although burning brightly anyway.

    In the end, the dusk claimed everything,
    Dreams and desires, love and strife,
    Leaving only the silence of eternity,
    In the labyrinth of the endless nights.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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