Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: sighs

  • A Heart Of Stone

    A Heart Of Stone

    A heart of stone and blood was mine in the afterlife
    In my underworld abode full of evanescent masks and weeping phantoms
    A magic tower of spells touching the sky and the metallic moons
    Surrounded by soft clouds and dead trees

    Each mask whispered terrible secrets to me
    While smiling like court jesters inside the unbreakable walls of my castle
    A castle made of bones and blood of my enemies
    Beneath the shining firmament visited by the moons with many countenances

    I was the queen of the tragic world of pity and descend
    My decadence made a throne for me, carved in sorrow
    And there I lingered, dressed in shining sparkles and moonlight
    My gown was forged with threads of sighs and desires

    My gown was the manifestation of sighs and desires
    Eerie candles with their trembling flames cast light upon my visions
    Longings coiled like serpents made of smoke
    The walls wept decayed memories and each mirror was a doorway to arcane mysteries

    My absolute silence was a hymn to all I had lost
    The moons grieved the weight of my dismay
    An eternal ghost similar to myself waited for me beyond my crystal windows
    Ruins and beauty crowned me their sovereign

    My destiny was engraved in shadow and starlight
    I wandered in the labyrinth of forsaken fortunes
    I felt that the ancient soil trembled beneath my steps
    My heart was still carved from stone, seeking solace in vain

    I couldn’t break free from the chains of my own sorrow
    Although I reached for my reflection in the mirror
    And I knew that this was the fate I had chosen
    I knew I belonged to the occult underworld as an ethereal creature of darkness.
    Elisabetta

  • The Garden of Sighs

    The Garden of Sighs

    The garden of sighs was a lush secret alcove where, for each sigh, a blossom bloomed in all its exquisite beauty.
    It was a realm of lost dreams and decayed love, with the sweetest scent of death and darkness swallowing every colour.
    The only light that could penetrate such an abyss of nightmares was the faded glimmer of stardust.

    Fears and teardrops adorned the withering petals magnificently; each droplet was a crystallised fragment of sorrow glistening like fallen stars caught in a web of despair. Glooms and touches of melancholy weaved themselves like visions through the tangled vines, curling around each bud as if to protect the enigmas buried in the bleeding soil nourished by the vestiges of forsaken love.

    All the flowers were soaked with desire and lust; their delicate and fragile fragrant petals were trembling under the weight of an ethereal woe. Each blossom seemed to sigh as though haunted, exhaling moans of lost love and regrets into the murky atmosphere. They clung to the bleeding soil, rooted in sorrow and cherished by the very tears that had moistened them.

    The garden of sighs became a lush realm of lust and decay, where the ephemeral sound of sobs of torment entangled with howls of anguish. The carved and darkened trees were hollow havens for eerie wraiths, keeping the arcane secrets of this metaphysical niche, which no wanderer could ever have visited.

    For eternity, this mysterious alcove remained untouched, a forbidden sanctuary beyond the reach of mortal gazes and meddling hearts. And so, the garden of sighs existed—eternal, unseen, a realm untouched by starlight. It lay concealed within the shroud of night, where beauty mingled with the decay of despair.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Supreme Desolation

    Supreme Desolation

    Supreme desolation in an oasis of lifeless dreams,
    Astray of the night and sweet memories of a time when the sun shined on the sky,
    Longings and phobias of a distant past and future melted away,
    In the sour taste of emptiness and darkness.

    Sorrows and grief descended upon the forest of joy and delight,
    Bringing despair and pain as incessant raindrops,
    While vanities vanished like phantoms in the void,
    Faraway from every hope and dream.

    A soft and untamed doom bloomed all over the silent night,
    Wherever a flower of death rose from the gardens of destruction,
    As a chaotic fate would have decided to the frost winds,
    In an abyss of storms and transformations.

    Supreme desolation of monotonous clouds,
    Among the many discoloured horizons of faded lights,
    When the skies are dark and mendacious like dirty lies,
    Betrayal of mischief and mediocrity.

    Hallucinations and nightmares ruled the night,
    Ready to illude and trap the enduring dreamers,
    In the realm of distorted shadows of repetitive and emotionless events,
    Slowly dissolving like snowflakes through the everlasting flames of intemperance.

    Sad fears gave way to hateful revenge,
    In an oblivious reality where silence screamed the loudest,
    Amongst ruins and remnants of lost strives,
    Eclipsed by the weight of forgotten sorrows.

    Within this bleak infinity, whispers and sighs indulged,
    Specs of what once was a chimaera now seeking renewal,
    In the depths of a vicious and relentless aether,
    A flicker of forsakenness, however faint, emerged.

    In the heart of desolation, there lay a spectre,
    A cruel reminder that amidst the gloom, dread endured,
    Though buried in the shadows of despair,
    Its faint glow ensnared the weary and enthusiastic souls in torment.

    The night stretched on, and dreams grew twisted,
    For in the darkest hours, only the abyss waited patiently,
    And from the ashes of anguish and despair,
    No dawn would have risen; only endless obscurity persisted.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • An Apathetic Wonder

    An Apathetic Wonder

    An apathetic wonder at the sight of all the future catastrophes
    A meaningful fear traps me and pulls me into the abyss of obscurity
    Ghosts and spectres are my eager companions
    Being in many places in one day
    Travelling time quickly in a preternatural form
    A glare of light and fire pretended to scare me
    Everything was a dream of a vision
    And suddenly, the present night appears
    No more complaints when the world would outcast

    An apathetic wonder like a golden morning candle
    For another cold scent of winter
    When the rain does not stop pouring on the streets
    In the heat
    And my blood is frozen like the winter snow
    The beautiful colours of stars become flowers
    All of a sudden
    A mystery which never existed has been the truth on earth
    Trying to forget distasteful memories

    An apathetic wonder of the sky
    Every time a desire becomes complex
    Every moment of happiness and sorrow
    It cannot happen again
    An opportunity for the mind
    Incurable wounds of the soul
    Nothing but excellent astonishments
    The water is everywhere, coming from the blue
    Creating a vast ocean of tears and sighs

    An apathetic wonder
    Being busy living within my soul
    Those ancient memories
    From every place of my mind
    Passing along with my own dreams
    The sky is pure and dark
    A lovely gloomy air
    Where I cannot perceive any colour or sound
    During an infinite journey in my subconscious

    An apathetic wonder in a light storm
    Winged like nothing else
    My words fly away
    Toward a remote invisible place
    Where every kind of bliss and pain was dwelling
    Once the sun was gone
    As a gilded sign of merriment
    And red roses were made of silver and gold
    My heart could not beat anymore in delight
    Because my dreams were open doors.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Struggle Is Part Of My Life

    The Struggle Is Part Of My Life

    The Struggle Is Part Of My Life

    The struggle is part of my life
    As well as my desire to love and be loved
    My poetry is the reflection of my soul
    I am too shy to exist
    And I might be obsessed with passionate love
    My feelings are always intense
    Like a deep crimson rose garden
    Flowers could be one of my obsessions
    My ardent desire pierces my soul
    Shattering it into pieces
    I would love to be a bright star in the obscurity of the night
    I would love to be a sublime orchid lost in a lush tropical garden
    I never stop to wonder about life
    Dreaming is the breathing of my soul
    I have infinite love inside my heart
    Passions overwhelm my mind
    Sighs and tears would return every night
    Lying awake in my bed and closing my eyes
    All kind of fantasies would seize my mind.
    Esther Racah

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