The ravine of fire was a delightful realm of vexation,
Where flames writhed, ablaze in fervent contemplation.
Ashes floated like black petals fallen by lost desires,
Feeding the fire, stoking ancient pyres of lust.
Ghouls danced in ephemeral flames, wreathed in smoky lace,
Their countenances twisted a mournful, silent grace.
Each blazing ember of passion pulsed, a heartbeat in the dark,
Casting crimson secrets, leaving magical glimmers.
Old iniquities were set alight by every blaze of obscenities,
And remembrances were distorted in this feverish feast.
Grief and sorrow strived to obliterate every dream within this ravine of fire,
While a haunting dirge carried on the sulfurous breeze.
Rivers of flame crawled deep through the earth’s cracked veins,
Licking at scars with lust, basking in charred remnants.
Beneath the molten tides lay arcane legends lastingly kept,
Where invisible despair and forfeited fantasies slumbered.
Bones of a remote past were forged anew,
Burning bright but hidden from mortal view.
In this seething realm, regret found its roots,
In the eternal embrace of a fiery death.
The sky above, a shroud of sullen grey,
Held back the dawn, denying night’s decay.
Time was a prisoner to the ravine’s cruel jest,
An endless descent into a smouldering rest.
In the abyss of fire, only darkness and obsession,
Hope was obliterated, and shadows dictated their decrees.
A kingdom where the gloomy sky was untouched by morning skies,
And the stars were extinguished forever.
The ravine of fire was an infinite maw,
Consuming fragments of what once was the ordinary certitude.
Torments blossomed like exquisite blossoms through the mist of smoke,
As silence tangled with every crevice and choke.
Gleaming leaves were hovering in agony, both timeless and keen,
Thorns covered every surface like a cruel and enchanting mesh.
A sombre choir rose from the tumultuous chasm below,
Like a chant of despair where no light dared to proceed.
Crimson rivers wept down as if to mourn,
For aborted dreams and decayed illusions,
Condemned to be trapped in this doomed realm,
Where unaware dreamers were lured by the ravine’s relentless lustre.
This utopian land was forsaken by all but dread,
Where phantoms of yesteryear were eternally bound,
Bound to flames that did not warm but only kill,
A ravine of fire where everything was swallowed into the shadows and eternal darkness.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
