The dreaded abyss was hidden beyond the veil where daylight had faded,
An obscure realm where terror had paraded,
A chasm deep and cold as stone,
Where shadows had draped and wraiths had grown.
The abyss, a maw of ancient gloom,
Had swallowed echoes of forgotten doom,
Its depths had been a crypt where nightmares had crept,
And silent ghosts had kept their vigils.
The darkness there had been thick and dense,
A realm where hope had been lost and forsaken,
Where light and sound had been swallowed whole,
And emptiness had consumed every dream and longing.
In that abyss, no light could pierce,
No voice could break the sombre curse,
For in the maw of time’s decay,
The spirits of despair had played.
The air had been charged with dread and fear,
As phantoms of the lost had drawn near,
Their whispers had lingered, dark and cold,
A feast and doom full of tales untold.
The shadows had danced in endless woe,
Where fear and darkness had ebbed and flowed,
And those evanescent entities who had ventured to that place,
Had found themselves trapped in a dark embrace.
No mortal form could have stood the strain,
Of darkness, thick and chilling pain,
For in the void where horror had reigned,
The abyss had forever chained.
And in the silence, deep and infinite,
The relics of the past had been cast,
A chilling reminder of the dread,
That had haunted the depths where spirits had tread.
The echoes of the past had been a haunting song,
A lament of despair that was a nightmare,
With each passing moment, the fear had grown,
As the dreaded abyss had claimed what was once known.
In shadows deep, where whispers had wept,
The memories of lost souls had quietly slumbered,
Their stories entwined with the darkness profound,
In the dreaded abyss where eternal phobias had been found.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
