Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: terror

  • The Silent Sacrifice

    The Silent Sacrifice

    The silent sacrifice, where shadows twisted and leered,
    A gate once opened wide, was now rusted with fear.
    Each thought, a fading echo lost in hollow cries,
    Smothered beneath the weight of ghostly, vacant eyes.

    Where souls once burned with fire, bold and bright,
    Now hollow figures drifted, swallowed by the night.
    The spirit was torn, like whispers in the wind,
    The mind was erased, and darkness slowly grinned.

    The path of silence was tread with heads bowed low,
    Beneath a sky where nameless terrors grew.
    Chained by ignorance, shuffling, cold and blind,
    Praising the curse that poisoned every mind.

    The brave were buried in the dust of old,
    Their cries were drowned out by voices shrill and cold.
    Hatred, now a king, wore shadows like a crown,
    Its reign of terror pulled all down.

    The silent sacrifice, where minds were cast aside,
    By hands unseen, dragged to the depths to hide.
    Shunning the light that once pierced through the veil,
    Wandering lost in nightmares, pale and frail.

    No longer did the flame of thought remain,
    For in its place, a spectre gripped the chain.
    Kneeling before the lies that clawed the sky,
    Watching as reason’s flicker slowly died.

    In lands where shadows choked the very air,
    What use was thought? The soul lay stripped and bare.
    The heart was but a phantom, cold and still,
    As darkness whispered, bending to its will.

    Ignorance reigned, hatred wove its web,
    Those who were thought were dragged among the dead.
    Since, in the end, the self had faded away,
    As shadows rose to claim their endless prey.

    Thus died the self, the silent sacrifice,
    In ignorance, the final price was paid.
    Hatred ruled where light no longer dared to tread,
    And the living soul was numbered with the dead.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Realm of Nightmares

    The Realm of Nightmares

    The realm of nightmares, beneath the cold and silver grin of the stars,
    Treading through passages of dread,
    Where shadows writhe, and walls grow thin,
    As whispers crawl from ear to head.

    The clock unmakes each moment’s tread,
    Time drips to dust and fades away,
    The voices of the ancient dead,
    Their chilling grins lead unfortunates astray.

    A sky of crimson, decadent with ash,
    Hangs heavy over this broken realm,
    The earth beneath begins to thrash,
    As claws reach up through cursed sand.

    Wandering through the realm of nightmares,
    Locked away in endless nights,
    Where every step, each haunted lair,
    Steeped in sorrow, drenched in fright.

    No solace here, no peace of mind,
    In this dark realm, the soul’s alone,
    Where horrors bloom grotesque, unkind,
    And terror sinks deep to the bone.

    A scream escapes, but silence reigns,
    A ghostly sound that’s never heard,
    While stars above ignite with flames,
    And burn away the final remark.

    With every moment, the walls collapse,
    The floor beneath bends and snaps,
    The realm of nightmares, vast and infinite,
    No start, no end—just shattered maps.

    The trees are twisted, black and bare,
    Their limbs reach out with claws of spite,
    From their breath, bitter winds ensnare,
    Extinguishing the newborn light.

    No dawn will come to end this storm,
    No morning’s grace to chase the gloom,
    For in the realm of nightmares, no light takes form,
    And shadows haunt each quiet room.

    Eyes burn like coals in masks grim,
    Their gaze, the deepest, darkest dread,
    And though they wear a thousand shrouds,
    Not one of them was indeed dead.

    They form from phantoms, born of fear,
    Each nightmare weaves from horror’s thread,
    Their breath, the wind; their voice sings clear,
    Of sleepless nights and waking dread.

    The ground below turns into clay,
    It pulls all down into its strand,
    Where darkness swallows the light of day,
    And reason cracks like brittle sand.

    Falling, falling—there is no end,
    No waking from this cursed blight,
    For in the realm of nightmares, the rules will bend,
    And all are trapped in endless nights.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Dreaded Abyss

    The Dreaded Abyss

    The dreaded abyss was hidden beyond the veil where daylight had faded,
    An obscure realm where terror had paraded,
    A chasm deep and cold as stone,
    Where shadows had draped and wraiths had grown.

    The abyss, a maw of ancient gloom,
    Had swallowed echoes of forgotten doom,
    Its depths had been a crypt where nightmares had crept,
    And silent ghosts had kept their vigils.

    The darkness there had been thick and dense,
    A realm where hope had been lost and forsaken,
    Where light and sound had been swallowed whole,
    And emptiness had consumed every dream and longing.

    In that abyss, no light could pierce,
    No voice could break the sombre curse,
    For in the maw of time’s decay,
    The spirits of despair had played.

    The air had been charged with dread and fear,
    As phantoms of the lost had drawn near,
    Their whispers had lingered, dark and cold,
    A feast and doom full of tales untold.

    The shadows had danced in endless woe,
    Where fear and darkness had ebbed and flowed,
    And those evanescent entities who had ventured to that place,
    Had found themselves trapped in a dark embrace.

    No mortal form could have stood the strain,
    Of darkness, thick and chilling pain,
    For in the void where horror had reigned,
    The abyss had forever chained.

    And in the silence, deep and infinite,
    The relics of the past had been cast,
    A chilling reminder of the dread,
    That had haunted the depths where spirits had tread.

    The echoes of the past had been a haunting song,
    A lament of despair that was a nightmare,
    With each passing moment, the fear had grown,
    As the dreaded abyss had claimed what was once known.

    In shadows deep, where whispers had wept,
    The memories of lost souls had quietly slumbered,
    Their stories entwined with the darkness profound,
    In the dreaded abyss where eternal phobias had been found.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Haunting Nightmares

    Haunting Nightmares

    Haunting nightmares unfolded in the stillness of midnight,
    Shadows drifted with restless purpose.
    Fear seeped into dreams, creating unseen pathways,
    Where the air had been murky with memories of old anxieties.

    Tree branches, hollowed and distant, moved through the darkness,
    Piercing the quiet with an unspoken dread.
    Forgotten fears etched their presence,
    Onto the silent canvas of the night.

    Sleep and wakefulness merged,
    Each breath was a thread woven into the dark.
    In those spaces where time seemed to dissolve,
    Terror took shape and form.

    Fragments of the past whispered and blended into the vast night,
    The imagination drifts away, caught in its own creations.
    The darkness expanded, swallowing every dream,
    Until dawn’s light broke the spell.

    Even when the day returned,
    The echoes of the night persisted,
    Shades lingering as reminders of the fragile boundary between reality,
    And the infinite realms conjured in darkness.

    Whenever the chill of night’s grip indulged,
    A spectral fragment of fear remained unseen.
    Wisdom clashed with madness that clung to the edges of unconsciousness,
    A silent relic of the night’s dominion.

    Stars shimmered faintly, barely gleaming through the abyss,
    Their light was a distant hope that was often lost within the gloom.
    The silent rustling of leaves became a cryptic hymn,
    Murmuring secrets to those who dared to lose themselves in the emptiness.

    Sinister memories fastened in the labyrinths of thought,
    Each was a trace, a reminder of paths once taken but now forgotten.
    The weight of invisible realms pressed upon each soul,
    Drawing forth shadows from the recesses of the minds.

    Whispers of the wind carried the scent of forgotten sorrows,
    A frozen stroke that traced the spine with its icy fingers.
    In the secrets of the night, woven with threads of fear and dismay,
    The hearts beat louder, like blasts against the silence.

    Haunting nightmares encroached as the darkness reluctantly withdrew,
    Leaving behind specs of their ethereal presence,
    Suspended in the fading shadows.
    Vivid horrors receded to the fringes of memory,
    Yet their impact endured, a reminder of the night’s grip.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Calmness Of Despair

    The Calmness Of Despair

    The calmness of despair filled the firmament
    Having despised vanity as a tempest broke
    The rain was blowing through the windy clouds
    I was not always used to loving dreams
    Once known as happiness lapses
    I went nowhere for one day
    Getting lost in my dreams
    Oftentimes falling into a snare of deceit
    Empty memories full of tears
    An irreverent game of illusions mangled to pieces trust
    Sadness stood at the doorway of the street
    Among the lies of people staring at it

    The calmness of despair was an intense sorrow between life and death
    The fear of terror and pain was caught in a mirror
    When the darkness obscured the emptiness
    A silent ecstasy appeared in my dreams
    A light gleam blew upon me like a hectic wind
    The storm seemed like a gentle breeze that fades
    Grief and pain desired to endure the cold deathless strife
    The fury and the howling of the sky dismantled every speck of serenity
    Indelebile and invisible amnesia of future mistakes
    A silent mystery of undisclosed obsessions hovered
    The dizziness of uncontrollable desires fell like frozen raindrops
    An obscure fate attempted to escape from fear

    In the calmness of despair’s gloom
    No thought would have been flung loose
    As every idealisation became a crystal inside my heart
    And it was impossible to hope and catch a glimpse behind the lids of unconsciousness
    None of my perceptions could lead me to deliverance
    Being constrained by misunderstanding and obstacles
    I had become a mere shadow of my imagination
    A creature of darkness and invisibility without mirrors
    An infinite dreamscape was soon forgotten in the opalescent darkness
    Every time the night shadows fell down in the desert sky
    Lost in my dreams to be never found
    Whispers and illusions met in a terrible embrace

    The calmness of despair in the abyss
    New emotions and thoughts had died too fast
    As long as time was past
    No oracle was allowed to guess
    I looked at the future all alone
    Before having discovered a labyrinth where I lost myself
    And where the pain had healed my wounds
    Completely awoken and sunken into a desire for absence
    The stillness of anguishes is a melody concealed in the ocean
    My dreams were composed of delights and pangs
    And everything was captivated by beauty and insanity
    Whenever a silent cry faded far away beyond all earthly things.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • A Shattered Mirror

    A Shattered Mirror

    A shattered mirror on the door
    I am not so happy
    As I’m afraid
    I know
    My life is in despair
    And I want to think
    Yet alone
    So many beautiful feelings
    The day does not fade in silence
    On the night that was coming
    So deep inside of me

    A shattered mirror
    All life’s dreams are lost
    A fantasy about sadness and rewards
    Forever thought
    The time has been lost and has vanished away
    Nothing may end
    starting another life
    Making a way out of happiness
    Grasping another thoughtless truth
    I can’t see how I feel

    A shattered mirror with no name
    I look towards the dreams
    When I was not there
    A stable cold summer breeze
    It seemed to shine as it gazed at my long chocolate-brown hair
    When the nights were senseless, I was covered in bliss
    And the clock was far and dark
    My hopes were nothing anymore
    Feelingless tears were gone inside of dreams
    A lonely and silent night with empty dreams
    Loud were my hallucinations, like multiple images of sorrow

    A shattered mirror flows through my dream line
    A picture is found again
    I cannot see my reflection
    Birds are silent as they can’t breath
    The breeze through the water runs away to some space
    Flying over life with no desires or pleasures
    The terror of thinking makes me gasp
    Now there was none
    Only a single cloud in the dim night
    The beauty of carved and gloomy trees
    I’ve never appeared to be forgotten

    A shattered mirror
    Like a ghost with a broken smile
    My questions have no experience
    A single cry sank into the silence
    Hoping for new visions of eternity
    I cannot see through my thoughts
    I’m lonely, and I dream
    Staring at my reflection in a broken mirror
    Looking for myself with no speech
    Striving to carry the wind
    making sure that I’m still existing.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah