The alchemy of darkness cast its spell
In ancient castles where shadows dwelled.
A tale of dark enchantments swelled,
Through the alchemy of night’s embrace,
Secrets whimpered, lost in time.
Once the spark of light in darkness kindled,
With mystic words and arcane thoughts,
In cauldrons deep where gloom was brewed,
Dreams transformed, and darkness grew.
In cryptic tomes of ages past,
Lay the spells of shadows cast.
The alchemy of night’s domain
Turned light to dark’s refrain.
Phantoms rose in midnight’s veil,
Reflecting a whispered tale.
In the stillness, darkness flourished,
Where once, the light of day had strived.
In moonlit chambers, shadows toiled,
With potions dark and secrets spoiled.
In every flask, a cloud stirred,
Turning light into arcane spells.
The night’s elixir, dark and deep,
Held secrets that the shadows kept.
In every drop, a story told
Of light transformed, of dreams grown cold.
Under watchful eyes, light faded into night.
Darkness became an artwork of dismay,
Transforming light into a twisted luminary.
Shadiness revealed mysteries, igniting silent frights.
Gloominess remained the keeper of antique spells and arcane wisdom,
In a storm of the night, echoes of dread began their silent flight.
Through alchemy, light had faded,
Into the dark, its debt repaid.
In twilight’s grasp, the darkness unfolded,
A silent world of eerie hue.
Through alchemy, the night held sway,
Turning light to shadow’s play.
The ancient craft, in darkness, bound,
With every spell, the night was profound.
In shadows deep, where secrets lay,
The alchemy of darkness thrived.
So, in the night when silence screamed,
Lay the alchemy of haunted dreams.
In the darkness, truth abided,
Where light and shadow intertwined and collided.
The mystic arts had wrought their end,
In twilight’s realm, where shadows blended.
The work was never done,
In the dark where night and light had spun.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
