Tag: Specters

  • Dreadful Dreams

    Dreadful Dreams

    Dreadful dreams in darkness brewed,
    The world outside in silence stewed.
    A chill hung thick as whispers weaved,
    Through hollow halls, where none believed.

    A castle loomed, its walls decayed,
    Where time had stopped and light delayed.
    Through labyrinths that none had known,
    They wandered there, each one alone.

    Figures rose from meadows like thorns,
    With eyes that bled and voices steeped,
    In sorrows long since left unsaid,
    Now, pulling dreamers to the dead.

    Dreadful dreams, where shadows crept,
    Beneath their lids, no restful sleep.
    The night grew cold, the visions swayed,
    In twisted forms, the mind was betrayed.

    No way to flee, no path to run,
    For night devoured every sun.
    The walls grew impenetrable, the air was poison,
    And trapped everyone in an endless prison.

    In the silence, whispers of fright,
    Haunted souls wander, lost from sight.
    Each gust a toil, each step a plight,
    As darkness consumed every fading light.

    Dreadful dreams, where mirrors cracked,
    And whispers from the void slammed.
    A thousand clouds lost in space,
    All seeking what they couldn’t chase.

    Souls entwined with endless fear,
    Never to wake, forever near.
    The moon, once full, was now cracked and pale,
    Its silver light began to fail.

    And as the fading shades crept,
    The dreamers into silence wept.
    The night consumed all hopes and screams,
    And left them bound to dreadful dreams.

    Dreadful dreams wandered like shades of night,
    Whispered softly beneath dark skies.
    Each dwelling became a fearsome sight,
    As shadows moved in the dimming light.

    Desires entwined with seizing dread,
    Wandering everywhere, but hope had fled.
    Each secret carried tales of woe,
    As spectres flickered, fast and slow.

    In the gloom, no spark remained,
    No bright memory could have been preserved.
    The dreamers sought the light once more,
    But shadows beckoned from the shore.

    Dreadful dreams chased every fleeting glow,
    Finding themselves in depths below.
    With every instant, the darkness grew,
    A truth obscured, a world askew.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Labyrinth of Despair

    The Labyrinth of Despair

    The labyrinth of despair sprawled in endless ways,
    In the twilight of forgotten days.
    Its walls, etched with sorrowed lines,
    Held shadows deep where hope declines.

    Every turn unveiled a maze,
    Twisted paths in a dismal haze.
    Fragments of delights, now long gone,
    Wove through the corridors, forlorn.

    Lost spirits wandered through the gloom,
    Their faces were etched with silent doom.
    The air was thick with unspoken dread,
    As darkness fell on dreams long dead.

    Each corner turned, the same old sight,
    A ceaseless spiral into the night.
    Grief, the guide with a cruel arrow,
    Led weary hearts through a land so narrow.

    Time had no meaning in this place,
    Where hope was but a fleeting trace.
    The clasp of the labyrinth of despair, so cold and tight,
    Swallowed the last remnants of light.

    Phantoms whispered from the walls,
    Their secrets drowned in endless calls.
    The looming shadows seemed to close in,
    A claustrophobic trap for the weary within.

    In that maze of dim despair,
    Lost entities wandered, unaware.
    Each step was a reminder of their plight,
    As the labyrinth consumed the night.

    Hope once bright, now dimmed and frail,
    Lost in the labyrinth’s endless tale.
    The spectre of fear with no end in sight,
    Crushed every spark in the dead of night.

    The labyrinth of despair twisted, endlessly vast,
    Its horrors were bound by the shadows cast.
    Forever they wandered, a spectral crew,
    In a maze where no light could pierce through.

    Desperation grew with every turn,
    As the walls seemed to tighten and burn.
    No exit appeared in the ever-shifting scene,
    A murky veil of unforeseen darkness.

    Specters writhed and danced with glee,
    Mocking the trapped wanderers endlessly.
    Their weary steps echoed in vain,
    Lost in a maze of eternal pain.

    The labyrinth’s grip held them tight,
    A prison of unending night.
    Cries were lost in the eerie plight,
    Swallowed whole by the relentless blight.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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