Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: voids

  • In The Stillness Of The Night

    In The Stillness Of The Night

    In the stillness of the night,
    Murmurs stir in spectral light.
    Moonlight weaves through shadowed trees,
    Casting phantoms in the breeze.

    A faint sound, barely heard,
    Echo is like a ghostly word.
    Fog creeps low upon the ground,
    Silent secrets, none profound.

    Graves stand guard in solemn rows,
    Beneath them, tales of sorrow flow.
    Marble cold and weathered grey,
    Hides the regrets of yesterday.

    Raven’s caw, a haunting cry,
    Pierces through the midnight sky.
    Wings as dark as most bottomless voids,
    On cursed winds, the air devoid.

    In the forest, shadows play,
    Dancing where the moonbeams stray.
    Eyes that gleam with hidden spite,
    Glimmer in the pitch of the night.

    An old house, a forgotten place,
    Windows stares with a hollow face.
    Doors that creak in mournful sighs,
    Shelter memories that won’t die.

    Candles flicker in the gloom,
    Fighting darkness that they loom.
    Ancient clocks tick slowly and fast,
    Counting down to moments past.

    The mirror’s surface, cold and clear,
    Reflects not the living here.
    Figures move when none are near,
    Silent screams you cannot hear.

    Steps that lead to nowhere known,
    Winding paths of moss and stone.
    Ghostly forms that roam and rove,
    Searching for what they once called home.

    In the distance, bells toll low,
    Marking time where none can go.
    Each chime a whisper, soft and thin,
    Inviting all the shadows in.

    And as the night claims all in sight,
    Darkness reigns with quiet might.
    In this realm where fear holds sway,
    Eternity and night will stay.

    So heed the warnings, keep them near,
    For the night holds more than fear.
    In the depths where shadows blend,
    Lies are a place where dreams descend.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • The Wraiths Of The Beyond

    The Wraiths Of The Beyond

    The wraiths of the beyond,
    In realms far away from the waking thought,
    Where spirits of the past are caught,
    A silent wail, a mournful cry,
    Reverberates through the midnight sky.

    The moon casts down a silver tear,
    Upon a world entwined in fear,
    Where restless souls in shadows wade,
    And memories of the living fade.

    In ghostly halls of ancient stone,
    Where whispers chill every chamber and throne,
    The spectral wraiths begin their dance,
    In macabre, hypnotic trance.

    Their forms, ethereal, shift and sway,
    In rhythms that the dark obeys,
    With eyes like voids, they seek the light,
    After they fled from their eternal night.

    Through mazes of lost despair,
    They glide upon the aether unfair,
    Each step a pulse of silent dread,
    A reminder of a nameless dead.

    An echo from the abyss of gloom,
    Where time forgets to thread its loom,
    Resounds through hollows cold and vast,
    A remnant of a tragic past.

    Their laments rise in eerie song,
    A dirge of all that went so wrong,
    Of hopes that crumbled into dust,
    Of dreams that shattered into rust.

    In their mournful, haunting wail,
    A hidden enigma is concealed,
    A glimpse of what awaits the stars all,
    Beyond the mortal curtain’s fall.

    For death is but a passageway,
    To realms where shadows hold their sway,
    And in the darkness, truths are found,
    Where light has never touched the ground.

    The wraiths return to shadows deep,
    To fade into eternal sleep,
    But still, their shadow lingers near,
    A haunting touch of spectral fear.

    And as the sun begins to rise,
    The darkness whispers its goodbyes,
    Yet, in the heart, an echo stays,
    A ghostly whisper through the days.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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