Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: sinister

  • Amid Silence And Darkness

    Amid Silence And Darkness

    Amid silence and darkness
    He came cloaked in mystery like a dark shadow that was cast over me
    My dreams began when I felt my heart pierced by his sword
    I knew not the hour or the season when this dark fairytale happened
    His kiss was a smash between lust and death

    I fell into an unconscious state of ecstasy and frenzy in my nightly unrest
    I never desired and feared something so much
    He crept with extreme longing and ghostly strokes
    Making me tremble beneath his infernal art
    Pleasure and terror twined in my heart

    I remained enveloped by a towering gloomy cloud
    He opened my bosom, grabbing my soul with his pointed fingers
    My blood ran down like a crimson river full of chaos and bewilderment
    He was staring at me as if he could see my spirit
    My incubus was my favourite nightmare and my most dreadful fear

    I could hear his whispers like bewitching hisses
    He had cast a wicked spell over me and I was in a trance
    Oblivious of my doomed fate bound to this creature of the night
    Suddenly, I felt like a wanderer in an infinite ocean under the influence of a storm
    I lost connection with myself and I became a stranger in the mirror

    I felt choked by a toxic haze, and poison ran through my veins
    I had become a creature of darkness as well
    The vicious demon was my only obsession
    I transformed into his slave completely subjugated to its enchantments
    I was dead as I had become the bride of such an angel of death

    Amid silence and darkness
    My body had become his altar
    And nightmares bloomed like withered flowers
    He made me cry tears of ice and flames
    I was no longer a mortal
    I was a wraith drawn from shadow and sighs.
    Elisabetta

  • Delights And Dread

    Delights And Dread

    Delights and dread in a garden where roses once bloomed black as the night,
    Lay a tale of bliss that ended in fright.
    An exquisite feast had been set with the finest of fare,
    But those who partook had to tread with utmost care.

    The wraith, with eyes like the chill of the void,
    Had greeted the wanderers with a presence devoid.
    It offered them visions from an ancient mystic chalice,
    Each glance a whisper, a fragment of malice.

    The banquet had been a marvel, a sensory delight,
    And shadows danced eerily in the flickering light.
    The air was perfumed with the scent of flowers and decay,
    A subtle hint of doom that was not far away.

    Each dish had been a wonder, a culinary art,
    Yet poison lay hidden in each sumptuous part.
    The guests were enraptured by flavours so rare,
    Unaware of the lurking danger hidden there.

    The melody grew haunting, a mournful refrain,
    As one by one, the guests felt creeping pain.
    Their visions grew darker, their breaths grew thin,
    The poison revealed the death hiding within.

    The ghost observed with a gaze cold and grim,
    As guests fell silent, their faces grew dim.
    For this had been its realm, a domain of delight and dread,
    Where the line between life and death was faintly marked.

    The roses drank deeply from the blood-soaked earth,
    Their petals darkened, marking a sinister rebirth.
    In that garden of delights and foreboding strife,
    The veil between beauty and death was razor-thin.

    Asymptotic allure of a banquet so grand,
    In a garden where delights and dread walked side by side.
    For the pleasures once experienced in the moon’s eerie light,
    They may have led to a slumber that lasted beyond any night.

    The fragments of shadows, the sighs of dread,
    Lingered in the garden where life once trod.
    A tale of dark enchantment, a feast full of fear,
    Where the line between life and death was starkly sheer.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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