The realm of darkness reigned over the valley of shadows,
Whispers echoed of secrets long kept,
Wandering through that eerie land,
Where ghosts clung tight to cold and dead sand castles.
The moon hung pale and meagre in the haunted sky,
Casting a sallow glow where the ghouls lay.
Hollow stares oversaw with silent dread,
In a dwelling where the living had fled.
A mansion loomed with windows cracked,
Its halls lay silent and obscured by memories.
Cobwebs shrouded each corner tight,
As time became still in the endless nights.
A frosty wind lingered among forsaken relics,
An ancient place that harboured only quiet death.
The walls hummed with tales of sorrow and woe,
Of existences lost centuries ago.
Doors creaked open with eerie sobs,
Leading further where the darkness had grown.
An ambience of doom and fear arose, but there was no escape,
A suffocating silence filled the air.
Through endless halls, shadows deceived,
Each niche hid despair’s cruel snare,
In a place where night clung to the air.
A mirror waited in a forgotten room,
Reflecting faces twisted in doom.
One spectre stared back with eyes so grim,
Trapped in the void, lost and dim.
Once whole, now merely a part
Of the darkness that tore apart.
In the realm of darkness, forever to dwell,
Dreamers were ensnared in the night’s cruel spell.
Underneath the floors, shadows crawled,
Restless dreams could not befall.
Ancient fears were left behind,
In the void where echoes bind.
The wind howled through barren trees,
Carrying with it ghostly pleas
Of those who entered and never returned,
Their stories of terror were forever unrevealed.
An ancient clock ticked loudly in the gloom,
Marking time in that eternal vault.
Its pendulum swung like a centuries-old curse,
Shrouding this realm in a veil of forgotten lore.
Lights faded as shadows reigned,
Trapped in a world of endless despair.
No dawn broke that eternal night,
Only sorrow beneath the gelid moon’s dim light.
The realm of darkness lingered, forever lost,
Where shadows wove tales of eternal night.
In silence, memories were left to drift,
Their essence was bound in the grasp of the void—
An endless existence in a haunted dream.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
