The haunting silence reigned in a forsaken chamber where shadows dwelled,
The air grew dense, the shadows swelled,
A presence lingered, cold and near,
An unseen face, a spectral sneer.
Beneath the floor, beneath the bed,
Whispers of lost hopes lingered,
Their voices blended with the wind’s mourn,
A mournful tune of spirits torn.
Curtains swayed with an unseen breeze,
As if disturbed by ghostly pleas,
Silence roared, the darkness sighed,
A realm where living dreams denied.
Eyes glimmered from the dark,
A fading light, a ghostly spark,
In this house of endless gloom,
Souls were bound within their tombs.
The clock ticked on with a mournful sound,
Echoes of the past resounded,
The air was thick with spectral dread,
As if the very walls had bled.
Floors creaked with a mournful groan,
A house empty, all alone,
Where shadows danced on walls so bare,
And ghosts of memories crowded the air.
In this haunted, shadowed room,
Time stood still in endless gloom,
The night was long, the silence deep,
Where restless souls refused to sleep.
Each creak and moan, a haunting cry,
Of spirits trapped in darkness nigh,
In this place where shadows roamed,
Ghosts of sorrow found their dwelling.
Haunting silence wrapped like an invisible cloud,
A chilling mist, a phantom crowd,
Lost in the darkness, hearts grew cold,
As stories of the dead unfolded.
Spectral fingers traced the air,
In the ghostly dance of deep despair,
Unseen eyes watched, shadows crept,
In this place where silence wept.
In corners, shadows coiled,
Haunting silence, their eternal toil,
Echoes lingered, whispers blended,
In this silent chamber where time ended.
The haunting silence was cold, the night was long,
A spectral lullaby, a ghostly song,
Faint whispers echoed through the hall,
As shadows writhed and darkness fell.
In these walls, secrets stayed,
Ghostly murmurs led astray,
A chilling hush, a spectral cry,
In this remote and unreachable place where echoes died.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
