Beneath The Light Of A Candle

Beneath the light of a candle
I hid all my sorrows
My crying out loud was the epitome of my shadows
Lying on the wooden soil of my dark chamber
I could listen to the delightful sound of blood drops
My heart had been pierced in myriad moments
And I could see him nailed to a rusty nail
Painting the wallpaper with crimson hues
The scent of dragon’s blood incense enveloped me in a thick cloud
I could allow myself to follow my foolish illusions
They have always kept me on the verge of madness
A relentless turmoil would have emptied me endlessly
Dismembering my soul and tearing it to shreds
I had fallen victim to my own tragedy
Even though I have eluded the weight of grief
All the most beautiful blossoms of my garden had withered
Flowered meadows transformed into a hollow valley of tears and blood
I had lost all my dearest treasures and a spell was cast over my insane fate
Crimson and dark shadows were confining me in my infernal dwelling
Haunted by dark memories and atrocious obsessions
Where I couldn’t find a sparkle of love and hope
I might have been allowed to see my relentless grave
There she stood so magnificent and exquisite
A monument to my witlessness and insanity
Beneath the light of a candle
I had perished anonymously
Only glooms and clouds were grieving for me
Under a sky made of glass and pearls
At the dead of night
When chimaeras and ghouls gathered
As soon as the moon invoked them
Hence I had become a creature of the otherworld
A realm of perpetual twilight and wilted leaves
Where wisdom had forever been obliterated
And silence sealed the portal to mortal sight.
Elisabetta Esther