Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: Shadows And Light

  • Twilight Shadows

    Twilight Shadows

    Twilight shadows have haunted me since ages past,
    granting me no peace, clutching at my heart,
    seeking to offer it to their jagged, divine limbs.
    Born free, I became a slave—
    In a prison whose bars and chains
    were unbreakable and unseen,
    visible only to me,
    As I perished day by day,
    destroying every single one of my dreams.

    Their song had hypnotised and enchanted me, initially.
    Then it became a funeral symphony, a mournful song,
    which followed me everywhere and gave me no peace.
    Although I sought refuge, tried to seek refuge,
    in the most hidden hiding places of my imagination,
    these spirits of the realm of shadows and torments pursued me everywhere.

    In enchantment and in fright, I found myself in a labyrinth of confusion and madness,
    where reality was hallucination and illusions were reality.
    I could no longer discern what my will truly desired.
    I could no longer understand whether my madness was my salvation
    or my wisdom was a source of death and oblivion.

    Fear and anguish had pierced my heart, which was now torn apart and could no longer hold any hope, any pleasure;
    And so my body was covered with marks and symbols carved into my skin like arcane and profane signs,
    sometimes mystic and sometimes sacred.

    And suddenly I found myself in a dark room of mirrors and shards that wounded me everywhere and tore my garment.
    So battered, I went on, trying to find a way out. Still, in fact, the more I proceeded, the deeper I ventured into the labyrinth of a world that did not belong to me,
    but demanded me and wanted my soul and my heart, even my remains as a deceased.

    Twilight shadows had become my only destiny, imperishable, unyielding and cruel,
    from which it was impossible to escape.
    I belonged to them like a helpless and powerless creature,
    without hope of ever having a future of light and beauty.
    Elisabetta

  • The Magic Enchantment

    The Magic Enchantment

    The magic enchantment bound dreams and desires for eternity,
    Upon a cloudless night sky with a pale and trembling moon,
    A blanket of stars lay spread in all its splendour.
    Whispers wove through shadows, haunting and forlorn,

    Each luminary was a silent witness to secrets eternally concealed,
    While a gloomy mist rose in veils, gliding slowly in disguise of ghostly shapes,
    Tormented ghouls swirled in the midnight air,
    Bound by threads of fate to linger forever there.

    The trees were dreadfully hollow, and their branches clawed and twisted,
    Compelled into a timeless dance of sorrow and despair,
    While winds brought fragments of lost and forgotten cries,
    With grievous tones being mournfully entangled by the midnight’s snare.

    Shivers ran deep through the hidden secrecies beneath the cold soil,
    As though even stones kept memories of fear,
    Bound within this dusk of dreams and ancient spells,
    Where shadows reigned, and haunting truths were undisclosed.

    The magic enchantment transformed the whole realm of dreams into a garden of stone flowers and thorns.
    Dead leaves became crystal gems, and ponds altered to iced mirrors.
    Shadows and lights danced at the sound of sighs of grief,
    While no mortal silhouette emerged in that surreal realm.

    A soft breeze of melancholy moved through the stone flowers and crystal leaves,
    Leaving nothing but an ethereal glimmer on their shining surfaces.
    Under the sallow cloak of enchantment,
    Everything became frozen as if held in an endless wail, unseen yet perceived.

    A silence steeped in sorrow descended like an eerie and faint brittle glass,
    And the spectral realm lay draped in ancient spells’ silent pelt,
    Where no dawn would rise, nor any sunrise had ever dwelt.
    In this eternal midnight, the dimness fed upon memories of the past.

    Remnants of dreams were recast by the darkness,
    Lifeless blooms whispered tales of love turned to ash,
    And hope was but a withered wraith bound to linger,
    Caught within the spell that destiny would not have severed.

    And though no mortal hand could trace this ghostly realm,
    The wonder of this magic enchantment was bound and will bind all dreams forever.
    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

  • The Echoes Of The Abyss

    The Echoes Of The Abyss

    The echoes of the abyss faded away into twilight’s grip,
    Where shadows merged,
    An ancient whisper started to surge,
    A spectral chant, a dismal hymn,
    Having echoed from the void within.

    Beneath the veil of night’s deep shroud,
    Where phantoms danced, and stars were cowed,
    There lay a realm where time stood still,
    A place where darkened dreams were fulfilled.

    The air grew thick with ghostly sighs,
    As hollow winds serenaded the skies,
    And through the fog, a figure glided,
    A soul unbound in death abided.

    Its eyes, twin voids, consumed the light,
    Reflecting realms beyond perceptible sight,
    Where sorrow dwelled, and silence reigned,
    While shadows weaved their darkened chains.

    A whisper called from realms unseen,
    Where mortal minds dared not convene,
    It spoke of truths too vast, too deep,
    Of secrets that the ancients kept.

    In cryptic tones, the message flew,
    Through caverns where the darkness grew,
    It told of worlds beyond the veil,
    Where sanity and reason paled.

    A chilling breeze disturbed the night,
    As spectral forms faded out of sight,
    Leaving behind a haunting trace,
    Of realms where shadows interlaced.

    And as the dawn began to break,
    The echoes of the night forsook,
    Yet in the heart, a whisper stayed,
    A touch of darkness in light’s rays.

    For in the shadows, truths resided,
    That is the light everything sought to hide,
    A glimpse of what lay past the end,
    Where mortal souls with darkness blended.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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