The abyss of forgotten hopes allured with a voiceless scream,
A vast infinite void where shadows reigned,
Where forsaken desires decayed like bones,
Crushed beneath the weight of time.
Cracked mirrors reflected hollow eyes,
Lost souls searched for what couldn’t be found.
Their hands grasped at phantoms,
Yearning for the warmth of life,
Yet meeting only cold echoes of despair.
In the garden of silence,
Wilted flowers drank from poisoned wells.
Memories, once vibrant, dissolved,
Fading into a mist of oblivion,
Where every step led to nowhere.
The wind moaned through hollow trees,
Carrying whispers of ancient grief.
No one heard their lament,
No one answered their call.
Only the moon, pale and distant,
Watched with indifference.
Here, the hours blended into endless nights,
A place untouched by morning’s light.
Dreams rotted in forgotten corners,
And nightmares rose like smoke
From the ashes of yesterday’s fire.
The void stretched wide,
A maw that devoured all it touched.
Those who wandered too close
Were swallowed whole,
Becoming echoes in the empty dark,
Their stories were untold, their voices erased.
In this land of shadows and sorrow,
Only the void remained.
Faint whispers lingered in the air,
Threads of forgotten lives unravelling.
They twisted and coiled around the bones of trees,
Fading into the night like dying embers.
Ghostly figures glided across the mist,
Eyes vacant, hearts hollow.
Each step left no trace behind,
As if existence itself dissolved
In the presence of the void.
A fractured melody drifted from afar,
A distant song, too broken to recall.
It echoed off jagged cliffs,
Waking ancient spirits from their sleep.
They rose from the depths of the abyss of forgotten hopes,
Moving like shadows through the fog,
Their fingers brushed the edges of reality,
Tearing the fabric of the world
With unspoken despair.
The stars above, once guiding lights,
Fell like shards of shattered glass,
Cutting through the sky with silent descent.
Each one extinguished a forgotten hope,
Buried in the black soil
Of a world that no longer remembered
What it meant to dream.
In the endless mire,
The earth yawned wide,
Swallowing the last remnants of hope.
The living and dead entwined
In the dance of oblivion.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
