Beneath The Hollow Moon

Beneath the hollow moon, I wandered behind shadows
It seemed like a dream but it felt very tangible
It was an ethereal feeling mixed with physical perceptions
In a secret garden made of dead trees and withered blossoms

The ephemeral veil of the night enveloped me
I was an invisible creature of the night
Hiding from mortal sight and dreaming with open eyes
My visions and hallucinations had become reality

The haze of darkness cast a spell on me
Odd spirits offered me to drink from a goblet of poison
It was a magic potion of oblivion and poison
Whilst I sipped it, I fell into a deep slumber

I had forgotten my name and the place where I dwelled
I had become a ghost and a shadow of the night
Imperceptible even to the stars and the moon
I was lost in the labyrinth of my own nightmares

I waited not for my death because I was no longer a mortal
The sorrow and distress of the human world didn’t touch me anymore
I was the darkness and the night
Empowered but still a captive of this arcane underworld

Every part of my incorporeal body belonged to this dungeon of royal decadence
A victim of haunting eerie dreams, I had no other place where to go
It didn’t matter how long I could have screamed my memories
Nothing changed, and my fate stayed unaffected

I had traded my freedom for a kingdom of death and ethereal phantasmagoria
Beneath the hollow moon, I wandered endlessly
Seeking my lost heart in the maze of resentment and silver coffrets full of secrets
And each sigh of mine transformed into a raven rose.

A heart full of sorrow and a crown of black roses on my head
Nothing else.
Elisabetta