Ecstatic Beauty

Ecstatic beauty reigned in frenzies and storms
In the castle of dreams, magnificence was shrouded in the mist of mystery
A sanctuary of shining stars and dark shadows
A throne of sagas and lost kingdoms
Where secrets lingered in the silence of forgotten ages

Listening to the melody of silence under the shadows of an ancient tree
I rose from my slumber, thinking about my crushed dreams
It was like my heart stopped pounding
And I could feel pins of dismay piercing it
Suddenly, I realised that I was a doll made of rags

I was no longer in the material world of reality
I was in a utopia that had the scent of nightmares
The ecstatic beauty of my fantasies was disappearing
Instead, I was surrounded by an overwhelming stillness
While a suffocating silence pressed against my chest

The colourful shades that once tinted my dreams faded into ashen hues
And the aura was filled with regrets
I felt the heft of forgotten longings
As if the very ground beneath me was swallowing every fragment of my soul
The dreams that once ignited my spirit now seemed distant luminaries

All the stars were lost in the vast and endless abyss
And I was alone, surrounded by fears and uncertainties
The cold breeze that was once gentle now howled like an anguished wail
Becoming the messenger of voices that had long since been hushed
I strived to reach for something but I could only grasp the emptiness

No ecstatic beauty was there anymore
Indeed, it was a souvenir of the dreams I could never touch
The darkness stretched endlessly
Wrapping itself around me
A cloak of gloom I could not escape

In this realm, where no answer could have been found
Only enigmas were echoing in the quietness
And in that startling silence, I realized that my castle of dreams had crumbled to dust
And I was just a forgotten soul left to wander its ruins.
Elisabetta