The arcane portal lay in the heart of a desolate and forsaken wood,
Where ancient trees with gnarled whispers stood,
There emerged a portal veiled in deep shadows,
A gateway in the nightly and sorrowful meadows.
Beneath the moon’s pale, ghostly light,
The portal pulsed with a spectral might,
Its frame of obsidian, cold and grim,
Echoed with chants of a forgotten hymn.
Creeping fog enshrouded the ground,
Muffling all the hollow, eerie sound,
Of whispers from souls long lost in time,
Who crossed the threshold and committed their crime.
The air was thick with despair’s embrace,
No joy or hope could find its place,
Only the weight of an eternal night,
And the haunting visions of endless fright.
From the portal’s depths, a chill wind blew,
Carrying whispers that no one knew,
Of secrets buried in the ancient soil,
Tales of woe, of endless toil.
Spectres roamed in silent grief,
Bound to the arcane portal, with no relief,
Their eyes hollow, their forms so thin,
Trapped between worlds, they could not grin.
The trees around, their branches bare,
Seemed to weep in the cold, still air,
As shadows danced in a mournful waltz,
To the portal’s call, a siren’s quartz.
A lone wanderer, drawn by fate’s cruel hand,
Stood at the threshold of this cursed land,
A step away from the endless abyss,
Where darkness reigned with a twisted bliss.
Fear-rooted dreams, their heart a snare,
Caught in the portal’s wicked glare,
And there they stood, forever bound,
Trust was lost in the portal’s playground.
In the silence of the cursed wood,
Only echoes of lost souls eternally misunderstood,
The ghosts’ signs, a final plea,
Lost to the arcane portal’s dark decree.
No dawn would break this eternal night,
No hope, no glimpse of heaven’s light,
Just endless despair, a fate unkind,
Within the portal blew a perpetual wind,
A hollow echo, no solace to find.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
