Tag: silent darkness

  • 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

  • Waiting For The Abyss

    Waiting For The Abyss

    Waiting for the abyss to consume me completely,
    Until the end of the universe,
    When time will no longer exist, and stars will fade into oblivion,
    Wandering through silent darkness, unseen, unheard, until the very last day of existence.

    Counting the infinite instants in the cold embrace of an eternal nothingness,
    Forgetting dreams and desires lingering in the ethereal realm of chimaeras,
    Hushed secrets echo in the void,
    As I fall deeper into the abyss.

    No light to guide a route through the labyrinth of fear and obliteration,
    Only darkness and solitude are the loyal companions,
    As the universe crumbles, fading away into obliviousness.

    Memories dissolve like dust,
    Ephemeral and fleeting, they vanish,
    Ghosts in the cosmic abyss waiting for the universe to end.

    A void seeking for fragments of forgotten lives,
    Specs of despair and whispers of sorrow,
    The remnants of worlds lost to the tides of time,
    Each moment subsists as a reminder of the transience of existence.

    The abyss extends endlessly, a chasm infinite,
    A silence so loud to swallow every thought,
    Hope is a distant memory, a faint glimmer in the shadow of despair,
    Nonetheless, in the deepness of darkness, there is no delight or joy to discover.

    Stars, once bright guidances in the night sky,
    Oftentimes, they flicker weakly with a light quenched by the encroaching void,
    I imagine wandering through the ruins of the universe,
    A solitary traveller in an endless night.

    A cold and hollow expanse embraces me like a shroud of eternal night,
    It reveals tales of forgotten epochs,
    Of realms that flourished and perished,
    Leaving behind only gloom and death.

    The abyss is just a mirror, reflecting the ephemeral nature of existence,
    A reminder that even the stars are not immortal,
    That everything perishes and fades away,
    Leaving behind only infinite darkness in the void.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Blissful Anguish In The Daily Light

    Blissful Anguish In The Daily Light

    Blissful anguish in the daily light
    Waiting no longer
    Life seems like a dream that will break
    Many things belonging to love always end
    From a life filled with sorrow and bliss
    Time ended everything
    And happiness faded away
    How could I feel hope and fear without a soul
    Being my heart a fragment of despair and desire
    Coping the frightful pain stabbing my soul
    When I stare at my reflection on a white wall
    As it would be another me waiting for my end

    Blissful anguish in the daily light
    The silent darkness is whispering secrets
    I’m mute because that is how I live
    Invisible and speechless
    As a constant ghost would check my state of mind
    I might be fearful, but I am not
    My soul has never seen the present
    Being bonded between the past and the future
    Its arrival and its flow
    It shall lead to new things to come
    Hope begins once again
    Until it is crushed into pieces

    Blissful anguish in the daily light
    The truth does not halt in the fall
    I live with wonder
    When there is no need to hide
    Love might give eternal light
    Existence becomes free of grace
    And everything becomes blind
    My thoughts glow above my eyes
    In a perpetual chase for limited emotions
    My mind’s endless glare overcomes me again
    In every moment, a life is born
    A beauty that will be

    Blissful anguish in the daily light
    Losing parts of myself
    The hushed tears of misery
    So brave and free is my mind
    I dare not make a new choice
    For without any joy
    Life is powerful as truth
    When a heart is full of sorrow
    And sorrow goes with it
    Then the soul can be sensed within it
    A sorrowful bliss and unexpected transformation flow down through the darkness
    In dreams, I never die for
    Until I stand there all alone.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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