The storm of fire and water overcame the stillness of the night,
Beneath a sky overcrowded with clouds and fire,
A magnificent spectacle beyond every imagination,
In the midst of the infinite emptiness.
Darkness ruled this phantasmagorical realm of fantasy and reality,
Where illusions and deception became the only reality,
In a play of light and shadow beyond the visible world.
Decadent longings blossomed like dead flowers,
Waiting to be obliterated by the fallacious gleam of decayed stars,
While every hope withered like smoke in the void,
In the ephemeral realm of fleeting lusts and desires.
Solitude and a melancholic nostalgia made sombre the sky,
Where the moon wept silver tears upon the world of reality,
Veiled by mantles of ash and forsaken sighs,
lighting a requiem for dreams long buried.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
