Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: Shadow Realm

  • Crimson Tears

    Crimson Tears

    Crimson tears came from my deep distress
    As I was wandering infinitely until the edges of time
    Despair became my safe dwelling
    And solitude was just a necessity
    For I was unloved and lonely

    In dungeons of grief and sorrow, I found myself
    Depriving myself of solace was my favourite forte
    I soaked in depression until I drowned deep in the abyss of self-destruction
    I chose to live in chaos because I had lost my sanity
    Madness had become my guide and my wisdom

    I nullified my expectations and I indulged in destructive memories
    I drank from the toxic goblet of oblivion
    With the specific purpose to erase my heart
    Was that feasible?
    I knew not

    Unlearning all my knowledge and forgetting who I was
    I had become nothingness
    I had become a shadow of the underworld
    My soul had dissolved in the infinite void
    I could only feel the darkness take possess of my body

    Crimson tears hushed into rivers of blood
    While the incessant storm of the night locked me up
    In the total gloominess and in the most deafening silence
    I had found consolation in obliteration
    A funeral fanfare came to be my hymn of love and my final requiem

    I embraced death, and I faded away
    I was finally the queen of the realm of arcane shadows
    A kingdom where I ruled over the dead and wraiths
    Surrounded by hollow trees and sharp daggers
    And dressed with spider webs and fragments of vestiges

    I wandered through a mist filled with decay and ashes
    Where nothing changed not even the slow crawl of time
    No praises were to be found but only the pang of endings
    I lay beneath the deformed tree branches
    Among roots slick with damp and grave moss
    And the night closed over me like a tombstone.
    Elisabetta

  • Spellbound And Intoxicated

    Spellbound And Intoxicated

    Spellbound and intoxicated
    I wandered in a wild forest
    Inhabited by ghosts
    Not of dead hearts
    But of the doomed and forgotten ones

    Their voices were sighs in the trees
    Their eyes gleamed in the moss
    And their sorrow dripped
    From the petals of midnight flowers
    Like poisonous nectar to feed the enemies

    I wandered while sensing the memory’s weight
    Adorned with spider webs
    Against yesterday’s wind
    Regret clung to my lips
    Like the ghost of a kiss

    The forest did not frighten me
    It welcomed me
    It claimed me
    It taught me the arcane
    Secrets of those who linger
    Between moments

    And so I remained
    Spellbound and intoxicated
    A ghost among ghosts
    Forever wandering
    Where the living dare not dream

    My bleeding heart
    Just a stone
    My tortured body
    A survivor of wicked spells
    Absolute silence, a cordial companion

    Who was I?
    What had I become?
    I couldn’t find peace
    Not even for an instant
    I was devoured by a sense of anguish

    Distress and fear bit me
    With their sharp teeth
    Like daggers piercing my flesh
    I was stabbed by an invisible misery
    Which turned me into the representation of decadence

    They called me the suffering spirit
    Sighing and crying
    I was a river of sorrow
    Perceiving the invisible and intangible realm
    I had never felt so confused

    Detached from mortal reality
    I strived to fly to my peaceful dreams
    So I did let my unconsciousness drive me Wherever my imagination could wander far away

    Was I allowed to dream?
    I could not know
    I will never know
    So unstable, timeless and spaceless place
    Where destruction ruled over everything

    Self-destruction was my ruler
    I never met careless happiness
    In my miserable existence
    Nightmares welcomed me
    In their ethereal world 

    Spellbound and intoxicated
    I was just the shadow of myself
    A mere illusion.
    Elisabetta

  • Beneath The Hollow Moon

    Beneath The Hollow Moon

    Beneath the hollow moon, I wandered behind shadows
    It seemed like a dream but it felt very tangible
    It was an ethereal feeling mixed with physical perceptions
    In a secret garden made of dead trees and withered blossoms

    The ephemeral veil of the night enveloped me
    I was an invisible creature of the night
    Hiding from mortal sight and dreaming with open eyes
    My visions and hallucinations had become reality

    The haze of darkness cast a spell on me
    Odd spirits offered me to drink from a goblet of poison
    It was a magic potion of oblivion and poison
    Whilst I sipped it, I fell into a deep slumber

    I had forgotten my name and the place where I dwelled
    I had become a ghost and a shadow of the night
    Imperceptible even to the stars and the moon
    I was lost in the labyrinth of my own nightmares

    I waited not for my death because I was no longer a mortal
    The sorrow and distress of the human world didn’t touch me anymore
    I was the darkness and the night
    Empowered but still a captive of this arcane underworld

    Every part of my incorporeal body belonged to this dungeon of royal decadence
    A victim of haunting eerie dreams, I had no other place where to go
    It didn’t matter how long I could have screamed my memories
    Nothing changed, and my fate stayed unaffected

    I had traded my freedom for a kingdom of death and ethereal phantasmagoria
    Beneath the hollow moon, I wandered endlessly
    Seeking my lost heart in the maze of resentment and silver coffrets full of secrets
    And each sigh of mine transformed into a raven rose.

    A heart full of sorrow and a crown of black roses on my head
    Nothing else.
    Elisabetta

  • The Bloom Of Oblivion

    The Bloom Of Oblivion

    The bloom of oblivion flourished everywhere
    The flowers of destruction and decay bloomed
    They paved my way to the abyss of death I was destined to follow
    Without hesitation, I followed them with devotion and sacrifice

    I lost my wisdom and my resilience to embrace a doomed fate of distress
    Each night had become my day, and my sun was the moon shining silvery gleams
    A gloomy silence surrounded me as a funeral hymn
    My withered heart was my only guide

    I wept and cried to the night sky that echoed my laments
    Beneath the indifferent gaze of the stars that mocked me
    As if I was a miserable creature who had lost every direction
    No compass was showing me the path

    I was alone in loneliness and prostration
    I could hear the scream of death from time to time
    I knew that I was bound to despair, and my
    existence had ceased
    My appearance was similar to the ghouls I was encountering

    I had lost everything, and nothing could have redeemed my life
    No entity could ever rescue me from my obliteration
    I had buried all my dreams, and no consolation could alleviate my suffering
    I stared at the moon with my eyes full of tears, but nothing could have been altered

    I couldn’t perceive anymore the passing of time
    The graveyard where I ended up was so dreadful with its blooming flowers of oblivion
    Every flower was blooming as a withered blossom
    And all the trees were hollow and dead since innumerable epochs

    No wish of mine could ever be granted
    The bloom of oblivion was everywhere in the realm of death
    And I stood still like a porcelain sculpture without blood in its veins
    I had lost my soul, and my heart had withered irredeemably
    Love and desires resided no longer in my heart
    Since everything was nothingness, and I was a tiny part of the immense void.
    Elisabetta

  • The Abyss Beckons

    The Abyss Beckons

    The abyss beckons,
    In a desolate, forsaken grove,
    Where ancient trees in whispers rove,
    A doorway to the void appears,
    A portal wrought of shadows’ tears.

    The mist becomes a thick veil, a stifling pall,
    As darkness wraps around it all,
    An unseen grasp extends its grip,
    A chilling, spectral spasm.

    Through an invisible gate, a void calls out,
    In haunting whispers laced with doubt,
    It beckons those who dare to tread,
    Beyond the realms of mortal dread.

    A black cloud stands on the brink,
    Where sanity and madness link,
    Its glance reflects a shattered mind,
    A spirit to shadows now consigned.

    The void’s soft murmur pleads,
    To come forth and surrender to the imaginary,
    Embracing the night, letting shadows claim,
    The essence of an immortal flame.

    With trembling hesitation, dreams fly,
    Across the threshold, darkness proves,
    A journey through the void begins,
    Where silence reigns and night never thins.

    In this abyss, all senses distort,
    Reality itself contorts,
    No light, no sound, no time, no space,
    Just endless dark, an endless chase.

    And yet, within this void so vast,
    Lie memories of forgotten past,
    Of nightmares that wandered, lost their way,
    And now in shadows’ grasp must stay.

    A soundless shriek emerges from the gloom,
    A lament from the timeless tomb,
    Fearing not the dark, for it is kin,
    To every longing that dwells within.

    As silence falls, fantasies fade,
    Consumed by dark, by shadows’ shades,
    An echo of a hope once bright,
    Now lost within the endless night.

    And as the portal starts to close,
    The whisper of the void still flows,
    A haunting secret that allures, it confines,
    For, in the end, the dark persists.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Shadow Realm

    The Shadow Realm

    The shadow realm, in the depths of night, where shadows roamed free,
    A realm of darkness, a place unknown.
    Beneath the veil of the starless sky,
    Whispers of secrets lingered, never to die.

    Through the misty shroud of the moon’s soft glow,
    Lay a land where time moved slowly.
    Where sighs echoed on the edge of sight,
    And the line between reality and dream faded away.

    In the heart of this realm, where darkness dwelled,
    Ghosts of forgotten tales wove their spells.
    While spectres glided on silent feet,
    And the echoes of lost phantoms met.

    The stars beware of daring fate,
    In the realm where shadows ruled, and fear was fed.
    For the shadows held conspiracies, deep and dark,
    And the dreams that meandered might never find their spark.

    But should the infinite have dared the obscurity to embrace,
    And journeyed forth with a steady pace,
    Perhaps the illusion glimpsed the truth untold,
    In the domain where shadows held sway, all mysteries unfurled.

    Beyond the realm of mortal sight,
    Where darkness reigned, and fears soared away,
    Lay a domain of anguish and woe,
    Where the eternity of solitude stretched endlessly.

    In the shadow realm, where time froze,
    Memories of the past haunted every haven,
    The dreads became palpable, like heavy stillness,
    And nightmares lingered, casting a pall.

    Through twisted labyrinths and twisted tendrils,
    The shadows wove their intricate patterns,
    A tapestry of gloom and despair,
    Where every desire might find itself consumed by doom.

    Amidst the abyssal darkness, a glimmer of flames,
    As frail hope in the darkest night.
    For within the dimness lurked the arcane of the invisible,
    An enigma wrapped in the shroud of shadows.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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