The eerie mirage appeared on a moonlit night,
An illusion born of darkness and dreams,
Where reality frayed at the seams,
Revealing shadows that swirled with fright.
It shimmered through the midnight mist,
Dancing figures hid behind dark clouds,
Elusive shapes in spectral form,
Moved through the eerie, spectral storm.
The eerie mirage had glided across the shadowed land,
A transcendental waltz, both feeble and grand,
Its ethereal light had cast a spectral glow,
Disclosing secrets that the night would know.
Eerie mirages of an era bygone merged with the darkness,
Shadows wandered,
Faint apparitions of a vanished time,
Drifted beneath the obsidian sky.
Memories of remote realms had merged,
With the mirage’s haunting allure,
Phantoms had tilted through the misty haze,
Lost in a dreamlike, spectral maze.
The moon’s cold light, a silvery hue,
Bathed the mirage in an ethereal view,
A reflection of the past’s embrace,
In every shimmering, fleeting trace.
Mysteries of ancient, untold tales,
Had been dragged by the midnight gales,
Breathing life into the spectral scene,
Where illusions had vanished, both delightful and obscene.
In that eerie mirage, the past had altered,
With glooms that would never end,
Wraiths belonging to eternal nights,
Caught between the dark and light.
The eerie mirage, a transient ghostly essence,
Had cast its spell in the realm of death,
A vision of what could never exist,
In the haunting depths of arcane dreams.
As dawn approached, the mirage waned,
Its spectral shapes, now faint and strained,
Had remained echoes of its ghastly flight,
In the stillness of the night.
The supernatural illusion disappeared,
As a fading whisper and a distant spell,
Dwelling only in memory’s misty veil,
The eerie mirage did prevail.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
