Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: shapes

  • 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

  • Foggy Nights

    Foggy Nights

    Foggy nights had shrouded the moon’s pale face,
    Whispers of mist had woven through the air,
    Silent streets had been glazed with a ghostly trace,
    A world of shadows had become a hidden and rare realm.

    Lamp posts had flickered with a subdued light,
    Cloaked in different shades of black, blue, and grey, while the towns had slept,
    Noises had echoed, faint and renewed,
    In the fog, every secret had been kept and never revealed.

    Dreams had drifted in the haze as unknown visions,
    Fear and wonder had intertwined,
    In a realm of silence and solitude,
    Foggy nights had been shining mysteries.

    Windows had glowed with muffled lights,
    Shapes had moved softly as undefined geometries,
    Every sound had been a breathless fright,
    On foggy nights, where time had been unlimited.

    The past had emerged, lost in a grey mist,
    Forgotten whispers, fleeting, near,
    Old memories, like ghosts, had replayed,
    On foggy nights, they had reappeared.

    Each corner had held a hidden tale,
    Of love, of sorrow, left behind,
    On foggy nights, where voices had trailed,
    In the mist, their secrets had become bound.

    Lonely souls had wandered the veil,
    Seeking solace in the gloom,
    Foggy nights, where shadows had sailed,
    Through the twilight’s quiet chamber.

    Cloaked figures had drifted through the haze,
    Their faces had been lost, their stories untold,
    Through foggy nights, they had wandered in a daze,
    In this eerie silence, they had been bold.

    Cobblestones had glistened underfoot,
    Each step a whisper, soft and light,
    In the fog, they had sought what had been forgotten,
    Chasing echoes through the night.

    Creeping ivy had embraced old walls,
    Silent sentinels of time gone by,
    On foggy nights, the past had recalled,
    Whispering secrets to the sky.

    Phantom sighs in the alleyways,
    Guided by the moon’s faint glow,
    In the stillness of the foggy maze,
    A timeless prom, slow and low.

    Ancient oaths and broken vows,
    Hidden deep in the fog’s embrace,
    On foggy nights, they had whispered now,
    Lingering in every haunted place.

    From night to dawn, the fog had remained,
    A veil that had wrapped the town in lore,
    Foggy nights, where time had abstained,
    And mysteries had reigned forevermore.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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