Tag: Spectral Whispers

  • Dreams and Spells

    Dreams and Spells

    Dreams and spells coveted in the abyss of shadows where phantoms crept,
    Wandering through a realm half-wept.
    The moon hung low; its face was pale,
    And whispered of a ghostly tale.

    The sky became gloomy, the stars were dim,
    As winds sang out a mournful hymn.
    Every path was lost in endless nights,
    Beneath a sky that held no light.

    Through twisted woods, the wanderers found a gate,
    Its iron bars were wrought with fate.
    A voice called out, both near and far,
    Like echoes from a fallen star.

    “Step forth,” it said, “into the dream,
    Where silence reigns and shadows gleam.”
    Those who crossed the threshold felt the spell,
    A touch of darkness known too well.

    The world within was strange and wild,
    Where reason’s grip was swiftly beguiled.
    The ground was ash, the trees were bone,
    Their branches cracked in a sorrowful tone.

    A figure stood with eyes like fire,
    A sorceress of dark desire.
    She raised her hand, the spell was cast,
    And time itself could not hold fast.

    The dreamers drifted then, their senses blurred,
    In realms where whispered words were heard.
    Each secret spoke of death’s embrace,
    Of haunted dreams and hollow grace.

    The stars fell down like frozen tears,
    Unveiling long-forgotten fears.
    Intense was the feeling of the pull of ancient woe,
    Beneath the weight of night’s cold glow.

    The sorceress turned, her gaze met the others,
    A silent bond both fierce and delicate like smothers.
    She beckoned close, her fingers curled,
    And swirled those unfortunates through her shadowed world.

    A beginning of a frantic dance upon a sea of mist,
    Where every wing gust felt like a tryst,
    With darkness draped in velvet black,
    And the time that twisted, bent, and cracked.

    The spell then broke; the dream grew thin,
    Those delusionals found themselves where they’d once been.
    The gate was gone, the night was still,
    But in every heart, there lingered a chill.

    For though every heart left that cursed realm,
    Its shadows clung; they overwhelmed.
    And in every soul, dreams and spells were bound,
    Whispered secrets lost, never to be found.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Echoes Of The Abyss

    The Echoes Of The Abyss

    The echoes of the abyss faded away into twilight’s grip,
    Where shadows merged,
    An ancient whisper started to surge,
    A spectral chant, a dismal hymn,
    Having echoed from the void within.

    Beneath the veil of night’s deep shroud,
    Where phantoms danced, and stars were cowed,
    There lay a realm where time stood still,
    A place where darkened dreams were fulfilled.

    The air grew thick with ghostly sighs,
    As hollow winds serenaded the skies,
    And through the fog, a figure glided,
    A soul unbound in death abided.

    Its eyes, twin voids, consumed the light,
    Reflecting realms beyond perceptible sight,
    Where sorrow dwelled, and silence reigned,
    While shadows weaved their darkened chains.

    A whisper called from realms unseen,
    Where mortal minds dared not convene,
    It spoke of truths too vast, too deep,
    Of secrets that the ancients kept.

    In cryptic tones, the message flew,
    Through caverns where the darkness grew,
    It told of worlds beyond the veil,
    Where sanity and reason paled.

    A chilling breeze disturbed the night,
    As spectral forms faded out of sight,
    Leaving behind a haunting trace,
    Of realms where shadows interlaced.

    And as the dawn began to break,
    The echoes of the night forsook,
    Yet in the heart, a whisper stayed,
    A touch of darkness in light’s rays.

    For in the shadows, truths resided,
    That is the light everything sought to hide,
    A glimpse of what lay past the end,
    Where mortal souls with darkness blended.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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