Tag: spectral mist

The magic enchantment bound dreams and desires for eternity,
Upon a cloudless night sky with a pale and trembling moon,
A blanket of stars lay spread in all its splendour.
Whispers wove through shadows, haunting and forlorn,

Each luminary was a silent witness to secrets eternally concealed,
While a gloomy mist rose in veils, gliding slowly in disguise of ghostly shapes,
Tormented ghouls swirled in the midnight air,
Bound by threads of fate to linger forever there.

The trees were dreadfully hollow, and their branches clawed and twisted,
Compelled into a timeless dance of sorrow and despair,
While winds brought fragments of lost and forgotten cries,
With grievous tones being mournfully entangled by the midnight’s snare.

Shivers ran deep through the hidden secrecies beneath the cold soil,
As though even stones kept memories of fear,
Bound within this dusk of dreams and ancient spells,
Where shadows reigned, and haunting truths were undisclosed.

The magic enchantment transformed the whole realm of dreams into a garden of stone flowers and thorns.
Dead leaves became crystal gems, and ponds altered to iced mirrors.
Shadows and lights danced at the sound of sighs of grief,
While no mortal silhouette emerged in that surreal realm.

A soft breeze of melancholy moved through the stone flowers and crystal leaves,
Leaving nothing but an ethereal glimmer on their shining surfaces.
Under the sallow cloak of enchantment,
Everything became frozen as if held in an endless wail, unseen yet perceived.

A silence steeped in sorrow descended like an eerie and faint brittle glass,
And the spectral realm lay draped in ancient spells’ silent pelt,
Where no dawn would rise, nor any sunrise had ever dwelt.
In this eternal midnight, the dimness fed upon memories of the past.

Remnants of dreams were recast by the darkness,
Lifeless blooms whispered tales of love turned to ash,
And hope was but a withered wraith bound to linger,
Caught within the spell that destiny would not have severed.

And though no mortal hand could trace this ghostly realm,
The wonder of this magic enchantment was bound and will bind all dreams forever.
Esther Elizabeth Racah