The obscurity and the night
Swallowed the manor’s cursed plight,
Its shadows were long and dark, a blight,
A realm where all hope took flight.
In the labyrinth of forgotten screams,
Where darkness devours all fractured dreams,
The manor loomed—a rotting shell,
Its secrets were drenched in spectral hell.
Whispers gnawed at shattered stones,
As ghostly breaths chilled to the bone,
Once-bright corridors were now twisted, torn,
Where shadows were left forsaken, forlorn, and worn.
The echoes of shattered sanity,
Reverberated through infinity,
Eyes from portraits, hollow and glazed,
Gazed upon a world crazed.
Books lay strewn in a frenzied mess,
Their pages were torn in mute distress,
Tales of madness, ink smeared and grim,
Drenched in a nightmare’s dim.
The obscurity and the night
Had cloaked the manor in its fright,
Where fragments of delight, lost in space,
Stirred the dust in a frenzied race.
Fingers traced through cobwebbed lore,
Seeking meaning on the floor,
The hearth, cold and decayed,
Held memories of lives betrayed.
Cracks in the walls, whispers lost,
Echoing tales of a ghastly cost,
A cacophony of shadows spun,
Twisting ‘neath the spectral sun.
Broken chandeliers wept their tears,
As phantom laughter seared the ears,
The grand staircase, once proud and tall,
Crumpled in the night’s mad call.
Ghostly figures waltzed in disarray,
Their limbs a grotesque ballet,
The air was thick with doom’s embrace,
A void where hope couldn’t find its place.
The obscurity and the night
Held sway over every frenzied plight,
Windows shattered, skies bled black,
Stars devoured, no way back.
The manor’s pulse, a frantic beat,
A symphony of despair’s deceit,
No dawn could pierce the raving black,
No sun could force the night’s attack.
The obscurity and the night
Embraced the manor’s endless fright,
A realm where sanity’s thread unravels tight,
Lost forever in the obscurity of night.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
