Tag: treasure

Torments of existence and death,
Until the last speck of hope had been granted,
To dreamers and illusioned vainly expecting realms of dreams,
Underneath a starless night sky occluded by ignominious clouds.

Despair hid behind shadows of forsaken longings,
As the cold wind of fate chilled the bones of lonely ghouls,
In the heart of the infinite darkness, where light dared not tread,
And only silent screams of forgotten souls would reverberate unheeded.

The essence of broken promises and shattered aspirations dissipated into the abyss,
Unseen and unheard with a load of sorrow heavy as lead,
In the midst of a reality binding and drenching them in perpetual twilight.

No trace of lost dreams could have been revealed in the dark labyrinth of hunted spirits, Whose only solace lay in the embrace of eternal nights,
For in this realm, the fragments of dreams merged with the wails of misery,
Lost into the void.

Torments of existence within a mournful maze of endless gloom,
Within the depths of such despair,
A gleam of defiance struggled to ignite,
Amid the shadows of a dead heart.

Every sliver of light strove to pierce through the suffocating dark,
Until it became a frail memory of sick diseases,
A weak flame that could not have endured the majestic abyss of emptiness,
Swallowing every time and space.

Death and destruction annihilated every hope and dream,
Leaving only an empty desolation of shattered illusions and lost chimaeras,
A barren expanse where the echoes of forgotten hopes lingered faintly,
Relegated to the recesses of nightmares afflicted by the relentless tide of despair.

In this forsaken domain, murmurs of bygone fantasies and dreams soared unrestrained,
Hereafter reduced to haunting and obscene obsessions,
The relentless march of time brought no solace,
Only a deeper descent into the chasm of hopelessness.

Anguished cries resonated eternally in an endless symphony of sorrow,
And amidst the ruins of a world forsaken by light,
Lonely figures wandered aimlessly, lost in the maze of torment and desolation,
Spectres of once hopeful dreamers.

In this realm where the sun dared not shine,
And the moon’s glow was but a distant memory,
Hope had become a relic of the past,
A forgotten treasure buried beneath the weight of endless distress,
In the presence of such overwhelming darkness.
Esther Elizabeth Racah