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 raindrops
My heart had been broken in myriad moments
And I could see it hovering in the sky
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
Fragmenting my soul and transforming it into stardust
I had fallen victim to my own tragedy
Even though I have eluded the burden of grief
All the most beautiful blossoms of my garden had withered
Flowered meadows transformed into a hollow valley of tears and withered rose petals
I had lost all my dearest treasures and a spell was cast over my erratic fate
Crimson and dark shadows were confining me in my infernal dwelling
Haunted by dark memories and vicious obsessions
Where I couldn’t find a sparkle of love and hope
I might have been allowed to see my relentless crypt
There she stood so magnificent and exquisite
A monument to my witlessness and folly
Beneath the light of a candle
I had vanished anonymously
Only glooms and clouds were grieving for me
Under a sky made of glass and pearls
At nightfall
When chimaeras and ghouls gathered
As soon as the moon summoned them
Therefore 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
Tag: dark fantasy poetry
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Beneath The Light Of A Candle
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My Tainted Longings
My tainted longings blossomed from the nocturnal obsessions that sought me in the mystery of darkness.
I was a haunted creature living in a realm of oblivion and decay, feeding myself on otherworldly longing
The havoc within my heart had turned me sharply to agony and darkness. My melancholic unsaid words had become my delicate descent.
My wounded heart suffered silently in darkness like a relentless everlasting flame. A myriad of shadows enclosed me as if they were the souls of burnt flowers.
In this decadent realm, I was the only spell-casting enchantress, so much so that I dared to fantasise that every dream of mine had become a haunting obsession.
I was feeling utterly bewitched, willing to allure whoever crossed my path in the forest of despair and broken hearts.
I had lost my innocence centuries ago, when the stars still showed only their pure, divine sparkle, for now my tainted and fragmenting soul was cast away by the very stars I had loved so tenderly.
My tears melted the frosty soil into a swamp of gloom and dust, my only cherished refuge where I could paint crimson roses and pitch-black ravens.
I had been crowned the queen of ghouls in my phantasmagoria, where multitudes of shadows sought to surround me in endless ways.
What I had been offered was a treasure chest filled with arcane secrets and stardust. I belonged to the kingdom of oblivion and ghastliness.
I could hear the idle wails of souls who had endured torments as severe as relentless thorns.
I belonged to the void, and I had been forsaken by my fate. I was drowning in the infinite ocean of nothingness, and it seemed as if I had never been born.
And that’s how I turned into a restless shadow, among the endless expanses of emptiness.
Elisabetta Esther -
Fluster And Frenzy
Fluster and frenzy
My guardian ghouls
They came to rescue me
During a dreadful slumber
I felt frozen shadows all over me
It was magical and startling
Nevertheless, the fear came to me
I was wandering, lonely and vulnerable
They were chasing me in the dead of night
I could hear their steps behind me
But I couldn’t discern a shadow from a glimmering star
As the clouds had overwhelmed the night sky
While the moon had vanished quietlyWherever I attempted to proceed
I couldn’t find a portal through which to flee from that abode
My gown, adorned with crimson roses and snow, looked after me silently
The creatures of the underworld traced my every movement
It seemed to me that I was mesmerised by their spells
While a chain of thorns entwined my body like a metallic vine
I was an evanescent creature, dissolving into the abyss of decay and despair
Under the indifferent gaze of the stars, cold and leadenSoft snowflakes were falling all over me
Kissing my weary and fragile skin
Trembling and sobbing, I had to face my fears and my merciless fate
No refuge was granted to me
No lovely embrace was going to welcome me
I had lost all my hopes, and my longings were reduced to ashes
I was condemned to wander endlessly in an abyss of gloom
Where I completely vanished, and no memories of my existence were left
Fluster and frenzy were no longer my guardian demons, but the ominous and frightening facets of myselfHow could I have deceived myself so recklessly?
How could I have allowed myself to surrender to demise?
It was so vicious to admit that I had sunk into oblivion ominously
Moreover, my name had been erased from the mortal realm
My longing for oblivion had unexpectedly taken shape
I was ensnared by the oddities I had forged within myself
They swallowed my heart each time I was overwhelmed by an intense passion
I had become the creator of my own descent
Each flame of desire had turned into a thorn of yearning, binding me with devout cruelty
Nothing could have been halted anymore
I was destined to obliteration.
Elisabetta Esther -
The Garden Of Oblivion
The garden of oblivion became my secret hideaway, where I could fall into total despair, crying out all my disillusionments. A garden of frozen flowers and broken mirrors unfolded before me. Fragments of shattered mirrors sundered my heart into crystal shards, which the moonlight illuminated with all its splendour.
I was a forsaken creature lost in my trail of lost passions and abandoned to my loneliness. I wandered like a dead soul without any aim to survive since I had lost all my treasures and nothing more was important to cherish. So, cast away from the other worlds, I sought haven in this surreal realm of my own invention.
Love was a perfect stranger to me since my past existences, when utopian trees and flowers surrounded me all the time with their intoxicating scents and bright colours, leaving sweet caresses in my heart. In this period of shadows, I have become just a relic of myself.
I wandered astray through labyrinths inhabited by ghosts and wraiths, whose claws, merciless as daggers, clasped my dreams. My turmoil rose each night quickly, as soon as I stared into the gloomy emptiness of the ocean and screamed at it with all my untamed acrimony.
Wandering infinitely among shards of capricious desires and withered flowers, in the realm of shadows and dismay, was all that remained to me. I was a part of that world of doom and oblivion, although all that I desired was to be in an idyllic kingdom of delights and sparkling luminaries.
The garden of oblivion claimed me like one of its creatures, having lost my heart, which had disappeared into the abyss of oblivion, while I cried tears made of grief and sorrow. My tragic fate had deprived me of everything, and no longing was evermore granted to me.
Elisabetta Esther -
The Shadow Of Decay
The shadow of decay was behind me, perpetually, like a faithful lover, pulling every hope of being loved and cherished as a unique treasure out of my heart. It was a distorted mirror reflecting my anguish and fears, filling my chamber with scarlet red incense, oppressing and stifling me, and preventing me from seeing my own portrait.
I lived this overwhelming and dreadful pseudo‑reality in constant anguish, no longer understanding whether it was truth, a surreal fantasy, or the product of my hallucinations. I perceived those grievous candles that enflamed my yearnings every time I approached them.
The cold rock walls were so thick that, however much I strove to lament and weep my pain, no one could ever hear it—no mortal and no creature from the mysterious world of immortality to which, apparently, I now belonged.
Amid dust and teardrops, I was relegated like an evanescent creature, living on the faint light of garnet candles, and thick, resinous incense smoke that enveloped me in its sacred, suffocating haze. Even the stars refused to shine into my little vault, where my pierced heart lay clutched by the crumbling walls like a macabre relic on display.
I was no longer able to harbour a desire or hope for an existence made of enchanted flowers and love spells. I had lost in the abyss of obliteration everything I had desired, and all that I had vainly pursued in my tragic life had vanished, offering me just a bleak and mortifying dungeon for my soul.
And thus I vanished into a menacing and omnipresent cloud that loomed over me. Even the decrepit walls, made of cold and insensible rock, had no tears to shed for my bitter demise. I myself had become the shadow of decay, no longer a mortal being but a creature of that world I had so long forgotten, which, despite everything, had embraced me entirely and inescapably.
Elisabetta Esther -
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 slumberIndeed, 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 exhibitionDelightful 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 passionsSpells 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 taleI 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 mightAnd 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 follyI 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 wonderlandAll 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 longingsThe 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 -
Dreams And Tears
Dreams and tears, in an age when night knew no end
I dreamed while crying, my tears dissolving into faint shadows
I was a sorceress obsessed with arcane spells and crimson flowers
I was the most mysterious and elusive blossom in the garden of the eternal night
Where I envisioned extravagant fantasies and alluring chimaeras
I had become overwhelmed by darkness and obsessions
My longings morphed into moths and ravenous incubiMy obsessions consumed me in their dim realm of allure and doom
I lay bare upon the damp and frozen earth
Powerless as I was before the immensity of an ocean of nonsense and decadence
Secluded in my alcove of turmoil, I passed my nights surrounded by nightmares
Born to be the prey of my own folly
When petals of frenzy pierced me like tiny thorns of despair
Opening the portal to an obscure realm whose knowledge dazzled me permanently
I was shattered and not inclined to see my own reflection in mirrorsI felt the full consequence of my anguish on my chest
As if a passionate spectre rested viciously upon my body
While the snow caressed me, as if it were its purpose to soothe my languid soul
My tears never left my face, descending onto the frozen soil and creating flowers of fire and darkness
The crimson moon cast faint glimmers across the night sky
Amid the chaos, the luminaries emerged in the shape of sparkling gems
And the firmament echoed my name through the stygian abyssSuddenly, sulfurous and gloomy clouds concealed all the stars, enveloping the night in absolute murkiness
All my dreams were burnt, and their ashes were buried beneath a gravestone
I became infinite, and nothingness as well, surrounded by fiery flowers and garnet gems
The everlasting flame within my heart was untamed and eager, like a feral creature
And the night penetrated me utterly, a vicious presence of darkness.
Elisabetta Esther -
A Storm Of Tragedies
A storm of tragedies suddenly overwhelmed me
Dragging me into the abyss of despair and surrender
A delight for my weeping heart that was burning like an inextinguishable flame
My fate knew no expectation
No longing was any longer granted to me
I had been overwhelmed once again
And I had been forsaken by my own stars
Rather, I had been retained in shadows and dismay
Lost in my soliloquies
I realised that it was all a dreadful dream
A nightmare in disguise
And so the eternal night never came to an end
The sky was invisible to me
While I was relegated to my secret vault
In solitude and dismay, I was destined to endure my existence
Emptiness was swallowing me from within
As I could hear the sound of my tears collapsing incessantly on the frigid soil
Anguish didn’t spare my heart, stroking it like a ceaseless dismay
I knew not what destiny might have reserved for me
Dread kept my heart in pangs, helpless in its naivety and foolishness
Even the moon averted its gaze from me
Whilst a deafening silence surrounded me
The cold wind of the eternal night could no longer hurt me
Since I had become a creature of darkness, without longings or expectations
My downfall had become my reprieve
I had found delight in discomfort and grief
My secret refuge was made of dust and bare stones
My comfort and haven were made of chaos
Dreaming of starlight and love was only a remote chimeara
I was no longer the privileged creature of stars and rainbows
Instead, I belonged to the realm of gloomy skies and vicious traps
In my frozen loneliness and seclusion
Therein I was destined to subsist in decadence and sweet melancholy
With no rescue or transformation
Pearls and tears were flowing down my face and body
And I remained therein forever.
Elisabetta Esther -
Between Dust And Mirrors
Between dust and mirrors
I carried silent letters,
wrapped in paper made of mist and waiting,
not filled with confidence—
but with enchantments.I did not know, yet I knew.
The Sun had greeted me,
upright, high—
as in those cards that never lie.And I walked,
through the lower kingdom of the nameless city,
through the fractures of reality
none of my sages could explain:
a black swamp,
where humanoid larvae and shrieking wraiths
bared their shadowy teeth
and brandished blades in the rancid air.All was corrupted.
All was decay.
Creatures of the underworld
called me bright star,
tried to seize me,
to drain the last whole word from my lips.But I walked still,
even with the Chariot reversed,
even as the Hanged Man spoke from his unseen cross,
even as the Moon, askew,
laughed behind her veil of deception.I walked on,
I proceeded with endurance
carrying my letters of destiny
and a name no one can pronounce.
Unknown among the ruins of grandeur,
a pilgrim between topaz and filth.And then I saw it.
On the horizon, beyond the bridge of centuries,
stood an enchanted castle.
My cherished palace.
Towers gleaming like guarded dreams,
mirrored waters whispering of other realms.
And there, behind an eternal glass veil,
sat my holy icon,
keeper of the visions and silence.
A beacon for those who have lost their path
but not the flame.However, atop those gilded peaks,
behind windows lit by empty feasts and fools’ champagne,
The puppets of excess laughed,
tripping over their own void.
There, power wears the mask of the jester.Nonetheless, between dust and mirrors,
I carried sorcery and spells.
Broken enchantments,
witchcraft writhing in blood-stained claws,
arcane revelations seeping from the soil like forgotten rites;Tarot glyphs ignite beneath cursed fangs,
a pact inked in shadows and old essence.
A thread of fate winds unseen,
binding my name to the arcane roots.Thus I crossed
the border between realms that do not convey,
with a sharpened awareness
of one who can no longer close the eyes—
not even to dream enchanted chimearas.
Elisabetta