Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: dark dreamscape poetry

  • Phantasmagoric Fantasies

    Phantasmagoric Fantasies

    Phantasmagoric fantasies were my kingdom of infinity and eternity
    A divine refuge where I could fly freely like a fairy
    Whenever the storms of fear and dismay came upon me

    I craved love and devotion like a thirsty blossom seeking the rain
    Nevertheless, what I could find were relics of forgotten treasures and vessels of mystery
    Silence was the only sound I could hear during my lonely and endless nights

    My beating heart was full of spells and illusions, trying to fill the void with silly desires
    Although I had whispered my secrets to the luminaries glimmering in the night firmament
    I could listen to the time ticking as it slipped like heavy raindrops

    The flickering candlelight kept me warm while my heart sank in the gelid ocean of sorrow
    For I was exiled to an evanescent world
    Where everything was ephemeral and illusory

    As much as I clung to false hopes, nowhere was destined to ever become my beloved secluded niche
    For I was fated to wander evermore without any guidance or aim

    Quaffing arcane potions, I fed my soul with darkness and fire
    Perceiving my slow descent into the chasm of oblivion
    I became a fierce sorceress willing to face any kind of hazard

    Lost lyrics echoed in my mind as if they were fragments of my memories
    The suspense of my fragility made me shiver like a delicate flower under the touch of a frosty wind
    I got lost in phantasmagoric fantasies woven in my dreams

    For I was a dream myself, mesmerised by the beauty of my own imagination
    Shunning the bitter truth that my broken mirrors insisted on revealing to me

    I had always been made of illusions, even though my broken heart persisted in loving chimaeras and ghosts, sinking into the infinite abyss of nothingness.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • Spells And Dreams

    Spells And Dreams

    Spells and dreams livened the garden of the night
    My words became ghosts, haunting me like tormenting nightmares
    Even the frost of the winter night couldn’t have awakened me from my eternal slumber

    Indeed, I had fallen under the spell of a vicious enchantment
    Magic ruled my existence, in the shape of books and arcane tales
    I couldn’t avoid attending the alluring visitation that hypnotised me like a magic exhibition

    Delightful flowers fell all over me, and my heart was filled with dazzling delight
    The night dew doused all the captivating blossoms of my garden
    Love would never perish within my heart, as I embodied my untamed passions

    Spells and dreams visited every night of mine
    They came in the guise of phantoms and demons, though they were not always nightmares
    It was a surprising and astonishing fairy tale

    I slowly succumbed to the spirits’ enticing allure
    For I was naïve and oblivious of the consequences
    I let these haunting creatures follow me and enfold me with all their might

    And even if it was mere foolishness, my fate was entangled with darkness and doom
    I was strangely joyous about this bizarre and painful outcome
    Merriment and wisdom faded away, supplanted by perils and folly

    I chose to devote myself entirely to a realm where my heart was all flames and storms
    Where rose thorns pierced me with silent and merciless severity, like feathers of torment
    This garden of mine was no longer a wonderland

    All the flowers had turned garnet
    They drained life from my heart, and I grew weaker and weaker
    I faded from my own folly, consumed by my desires and chasing meaningless longings

    The stars had already been eclipsed by the tempestuous sky
    The shadow prevailed in a bleak and ominous stillness
    I was surrounded by the fierce wraiths of gloom
    Their indifferent gazes traced the collapse of my heart
    And in deafening silence, I remained within my sorrow.
    Elisabetta Esther

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