Bliss And Ecstasy

Bliss and ecstasy permeated the luscious and exquisite night,
As dreams and passions drifted like evanescent rose petals.

Crossing the infinite corridors of the labyrinth of my imagination,
I surrender to the lust of a garden of crimson roses.

I let the haunted dead of night fracture my heart,
And permit the demons of darkness to sip my blood.

The ruptures in my soul reflect the twilight, and the stars stare at me,
In a game of love and death, where I’m the main character.

There weren’t any more winter mornings, nor summer evenings,
The only perpetual season was the frosty nighttime.

Indeed, time had been obliterated,
And my heart had sunken deep down into the abyss of deception.

Surrounded by ashes and spider webs, I have died as many times as there are stars in the sky.

I had become an addict of my own grotesque fantasies, secluded in my castle of tragedies, blood stains and screams of despair.

Feeding myself with lethal poison, thorns and ice needles, I was wandering in my realm of nightmares and shadows.

Wraiths and demons hid behind ancient dusty ruins and brambles, while a blizzard was stroking the withered flowers and dead trees.

Bliss and ecstasy pierced me with their sharp arrows, making me lose every glimmer of wisdom.
I could feel spasms all over my body, although anguish didn’t spare my soul.

The cynical misery had grabbed my fate with its menacing claws, causing my heart to perish from a startling affliction.

Sharp thorns and scarlet roses were climbing over me in my garden of love and death, willing to surrender to such a cruel destiny.

And so it was that I had been crowned the Queen of Darkness, under the arcane oath of never looking back nor ever regretting my belonging to the realm of doom.
Elisabetta Esther