Tag: transcendental

  • The Eerie Mirage

    The Eerie Mirage

    The eerie mirage appeared on a moonlit night,
    An illusion born of darkness and dreams,
    Where reality frayed at the seams,
    Revealing shadows that swirled with fright.

    It shimmered through the midnight mist,
    Dancing figures hid behind dark clouds,
    Elusive shapes in spectral form,
    Moved through the eerie, spectral storm.

    The eerie mirage had glided across the shadowed land,
    A transcendental waltz, both feeble and grand,
    Its ethereal light had cast a spectral glow,
    Disclosing secrets that the night would know.

    Eerie mirages of an era bygone merged with the darkness,
    Shadows wandered,
    Faint apparitions of a vanished time,
    Drifted beneath the obsidian sky.

    Memories of remote realms had merged,
    With the mirage’s haunting allure,
    Phantoms had tilted through the misty haze,
    Lost in a dreamlike, spectral maze.

    The moon’s cold light, a silvery hue,
    Bathed the mirage in an ethereal view,
    A reflection of the past’s embrace,
    In every shimmering, fleeting trace.

    Mysteries of ancient, untold tales,
    Had been dragged by the midnight gales,
    Breathing life into the spectral scene,
    Where illusions had vanished, both delightful and obscene.

    In that eerie mirage, the past had altered,
    With glooms that would never end,
    Wraiths belonging to eternal nights,
    Caught between the dark and light.

    The eerie mirage, a transient ghostly essence,
    Had cast its spell in the realm of death,
    A vision of what could never exist,
    In the haunting depths of arcane dreams.

    As dawn approached, the mirage waned,
    Its spectral shapes, now faint and strained,
    Had remained echoes of its ghastly flight,
    In the stillness of the night.

    The supernatural illusion disappeared,
    As a fading whisper and a distant spell,
    Dwelling only in memory’s misty veil,
    The eerie mirage did prevail.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • In The Eternal Beauty Of Darkness

    In The Eternal Beauty Of Darkness

    In the eternal beauty of darkness, dreams and memories were entangled, like fantasies intertwined in an embrace of shadows.

    In the stillness of the night’s embrace, lost in the labyrinth of solitude, echoes of bygone whispers lingered, and shadows faded in the abyss of lost memories.

    Reveries of passions and sorrows whispered of forgotten tales, and through the veils of time, longings and desires vanished like shadows in the twilight.

    In the silent sway of shades, reality disappeared, dreams beckoned, and whispers of eternity emerged from the depths of an infinite abyss.

    In the realm of cosmic blisses, a silent fate concealed obscure and inscrutable secrets hidden from mortal understanding.

    The mystery of existence mirrored throughout the limitless reaches of perceptions,
    Each glimmer was a reflection of the interconnectedness of everything.

    Stars painted the canvas of the night sky with their radiant glow. Amidst a maze of wonders and surprises, dreams wandered, finding delight in the vastness of the universe.

    The allure and solace of solitude were covert in the darkest corners of the cosmos, where light dared not venture through paths shrouded in uncertainty.

    In the embrace of dusk, the ethereal essence of every burning flame was an exquisite spark to be unleashed.

    In the eternal beauty of darkness, the luminaries seemed their perpetual fate guided by the light of their own inner truth, searching for destinies yet to be written.

    In the infinite expanse of the night, where time knew no bounds, echoes of forgotten tragedies swirled around shimmering tars, weaving tales of ancient wisdom and timeless yearnings.

    Deep within the shadowy abysses, whispers from bygone eras merged with expectations and emotions transcending time.

    As the moon cast its gentle glow upon the nocturnal realms, secrets long buried in the sands of time began to evoke daring endeavours into the unknown.

    In the deafening silence of the cosmos and amid the darkness, a sense of wonder and awe enveloped every aspiration, guiding them on a journey of enlightenment.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Crystal Tears

    Crystal Tears

    Crystal tears were a gift of betrayal and fear,
    Painful anguishes obscured the sky dotted with stars,
    While decay silently reclaimed its domain.

    Longings of lost happiness faded underneath crumbles of dreams,
    Life became a nightmare and a relentless onslaught of dread,
    Where the shadows of despair obliterated every sparkle of peace and joy.

    In realms where time surrendered, careless fantasies wandered,
    Through fields of whispered dreams, where frets found no dwelling,
    In the shadows of the twilight, burdens gently faded.

    Beneath the astral vault, frights cast aside,
    In echoes of forgotten tales, emotions began to soar,
    To realms untouched by sorrow, where desires forevermore endured.

    Through valleys of enchantment, merriments fulfil wishes and expectations,
    In the realm of dreams, sealed secrets hid from unknown worlds,
    Beyond the veil of reality, where imagination ruled.

    In enchanted realms, where time halted,
    Every wish bends to the dreamer’s might,
    For the only boundary lay within fantasies’ reach.

    A beloved secret touched the dreams with words,
    As fragile as it was, feeling like a crystal flower in a valley of agony,
    Waiting for a sign in the solitude of the night.

    The silence of expectation pierced every bliss,
    Burning like a flame of darkness and restlessness,
    In the glaring darkness, eager to destroy.

    An overwhelming sadness cast a shadow,
    Obscuring the garden of delights with its heavy sorrow,
    While a veil of melancholy, in darkness, it wallowed.

    Nothing seemed intelligible in the mist’s elusive concealment,
    Where shadows lingered, and thoughts felt surreal,
    A world untethered beyond imagination.

    Crystal tears fell like teardrops in the moonlight,
    Shimmering as they touched the soil,
    Casting a mesmerising glow upon the ethereal realm of dreams.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • A Melancholy Stillness

    A Melancholy Stillness

    A melancholy stillness obliterated every sensation,
    Forlornness was the only lingering emotion in the aether,
    Heavy and suffocating.

    Regardless of the sordid greed hidden behind a veil of envy,
    The spring of obliviousness was ever-flowing,
    Nourishing ignorance with its deceptive allure.

    Sad illusions were fading away from hollowed trees of despair,
    Leaving behind only echoes of aching emptiness,
    And leaving in their wake a haunting silence as the void within grew more profound still.

    Silent and repressed longings remained confined by cold indifference and fear,
    Eager to break free,
    Yet trapped within the confines of their own torment.

    An ethereal and mysterious bliss enkindled gardens of dreams and desires,
    Casting a mesmerising glow upon the shadows,
    And weaving its enchantment through the dimness of the night.

    In the heart of night’s embrace, where shadows wandered with grace,
    Silence reigned under the shining vault of stars,
    Seeking solace in the profound stillness of twilight.

    In the dead of night, hopes entwined with tears,
    Beneath the stars, fears and doubts faded away,
    Whilst thoughts drifted in whispers without a trace.

    Dark shadows cast untold tales,
    And mysteries of the night undisclosed themselves,
    Under the allure of enchanting spells carrying secrets from afar.

    In timeless and intangible realms where time stood still,
    Instants lingered with tranquil thrills,
    Each withered flower sighed in the obscure infinite.

    Within the depths of twilight’s reign,
    Where luminaries their secrets feigned,
    In the silent embrace of night’s elusive chaos,
    A melancholy stillness lingered in the timeless realms of eventide.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Beauty Of The Night

    The Beauty Of The Night

    The beauty of the night descended as a dark veil upon a cloudless sky,
    Where resplendent luminaries were silent witnesses to the transcendental essence of eternity,
    In the dead of night, blemished senses deceived evocative dreams.

    Vain fantasies overflowed through the cold emptiness,
    Where phoney emotions glimmered in all their splendour,
    Vanishing like fog in a frosty and windy darkness behind a cloud of illusions.

    Echoes of remote sorrows and griefs reverberated in labyrinths of memories,
    Where the sublime beauty of the night blended into darkness and decay,
    Amidst the beloved realm of slumber and apathy.

    Forlorn and forsaken was every foolish desire,
    Destined to perish under the shadow of regret,
    In the abyss of despair where dreams drown.

    Commendable and enchanting pretensions of true devotion turned to dust,
    And all that lingered was a deserted valley of anguish and desolation,
    In a silence as deep as the ocean.

    Faint clouds of narcissism faded into the aether like eerie whispers,
    Hovering insidiously in the midst of gloomy longings,
    Weaving dark shadows of dreariness.

    The vanity of wishes and regrets was sparkling and gleaming,
    Like stars entwining dreams on time’s worn trail,
    While shadows loitered beneath hopes and sorrows.

    Fleeting joys became bitter revelations,
    Silent and furtive witnesses of the heart’s arcane enigmas,
    Relics of longings in the night’s hush.

    A shroud of melancholy draped the sombre skies,
    Whispers of sorrow, carried by the wind’s sighs,
    Casting a pall over the lively, now subdued realm.

    Beneath its ethereal veil and delicate allure,
    The firmament seemed to pause in anticipation,
    As if awaiting a secret whispered only in the stillness of the night.

    The beauty of the night eclipsed the stars,
    And in its splendour, darkness reigned supreme.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Transcendental Desires

    Transcendental Desires

    Transcendental desires of senses bloomed in a garden of darkness
    When torpor annihilated rationality and logic, the only sight resided in metaphysical passions
    Everything spun like a carousel of emotions and impulses
    Sighs of bliss and merriment blended with hopes and delusions
    Vibrations of connection rumbled through the aether like soliloquies of souls
    Transcendental desires kept flying under the influence of the wind of fate
    Time ceased to exist, and the stars glowed bright in the dark infinity
    Faded whispers of fierce love pierced the souls like burning arrows made of flames
    Thoughtful and gloomy echoes through the wind of remembrances rested deep inside haunting hallways of remote relics on the ocean floor
    Vain expectations fell into futile and evanescent abysses of dreary and fear
    Nonsense was often the manifestation of delusional stupors
    In the vague twilight’s embrace, whispers of forgotten dreams jigged upon the edges of dark shadows
    Ethereal, gloomy clouds hovered across the ephemeral canvas of the night
    Echoes of secret yearnings thundered amidst the star-studded firmament
    Intricate tales of covert devotion lingered among undisclosed desires
    A scent of petrichor welcomed the earnest longings amid a garden of bloomy fragrances invocating trysts of the night
    The cloak of midnight’s allure wrapped untold confessions
    Amidst the labyrinthine aisles of invisible mazes, forsaken vows resonated like a serenade of the intangible
    Surreptitious oaths were traded under the veil of secretiveness
    Whilst longings and hopes entwined like tendrils of ivy climbing the walls of desolate ruins
    In the dim glare of starry nights, secluded hearts entangled transcendental desires
    In the realm of darkness, gloaming shades sighed, transcending the elusive veil of night
    Within the enigmatic infinity abyss, mysteries of fervent and ethereal desires prospered, and their essence caressed the silence
    Shrouded in darkness, boundless spaces of nothingness lay in the abyss of the sea, where shadows snarled with the unfathomable chasms
    In the middle of the oblivious spells, transcendental desires were obscured by the murky embrace of the unknown
    Lost essences felt decrepit and burdened by disillusionment and relinquished dreams while they wandered lost in the immensity of the universe
    Abyssal havens, where light faded, and darkness reigned, concealed forgotten treasures and occult fantasies, entombing the enigmatic stillness that pervaded every imperceptible kingdom
    Transcendental desires lingered like spectral whispers, in the heart of abysms, where time surrendered to the eternal bliss of untamed passions.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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