The magic foggy night became my night of dreams and fantastical visions. A bright, cloudy full moon stirred delightful emotions in my heart, cherishing a marvellous melancholy and sordid dismay. My attention was astonished by the sight of a stack of weathered antique books illuminated by a flamboyant candle beside a shining brass armillary sphere. The magic foggy night didn’t reveal its secrets, so I tried to talk to an esoteric book with celestial motifs, asking questions about that mysterious wisdom I was not supposed to know. As I proceeded in my questionable quest, I caught sight of a glowing glass lantern, while a solitary black raven perched on the weathered stone balcony railing amid climbing ivy. In solitude, I was resolute enough to disclose every aspect of my bizarre fate, which never failed to surprise me. As long as the magic foggy night made my imagination more unpredictable and hectic, it caused me to lose my ability to be comforted by my slumbering rest. Many doubts crossed my mind uncomfortably as I gasped uneasily whenever I realised that all I was glimpsing was a pristine daydream. It seemed that beauty was an ephemeral manifestation of my evanescent dreams. For too long I let my expectations fall into the abyss of decay, and in vain I waited for an impetuous storm to invite me into another realm. Nevertheless, the blemishes in my heart became engraved truths, which were too harsh to endure as I became more aware of the desolation of my existence. The magic foggy night had made me acquainted with nocturnal creatures and forbidden knowledge at the sight of splendour and magnificence. Alas, so abruptly time had passed, and oblivion claimed all those treasures, which hitherto had been my cherished belongings. Therefore, my flamboyant candle with the shining brass armillary sphere and weathered antique occult books together with the glowing glass lantern faded away into the void of the gloomy night. The solitary black raven flew high up into the sky until it lay beside the glistering stars. All that remained to be seen was the withered ivy and some relics of my whispers of despair. The magic foggy night had been just an illusion; a dream that didn’t accompany me for as long as I wished. The night’s deception was but an evanescence, vanishing into the darkness and leaving behind nothing but the bitter remembrance of a resplendence that had never truly been mine.
Elisabetta Esther
Tag: Darkness and Dreams
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The Magic Foggy Night
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Darkness and Dreams
Darkness and dreams had held the night in thrall,
A realm where shadows whispered, devouring all.
Through endless voids, where fear took root,
The path was lost beneath each haunting foot.The moon’s dim light, swallowed by dreams,
Faltered under darkness’s ruthless schemes.
Dreams, like phantoms, twisted through the air,
Filling cursed streets with cold despair.Beneath a sky where nightmares reigned,
The ink-stained sea had swallowed all in vain.
Dreams surged like tides in an eerie dance,
Drawing all into a deep, shadowed trance.A tower had loomed, wrapped in endless night,
Where dreams turned dark and extinguished all light.
Hope had become a fleeting gleam,
Swallowed whole by a dream’s dark scream.Stars, once bright, had been shrouded in gloom,
Flickering like dreams caught in an endless doom.
In the darkness, the voids had whispered low,
Of secrets, the dreamworld wished to show.Shadows had gathered, thick as fears,
Spinning dreams, entwining years.
Darkness, a shroud that wouldn’t lift,
Had carried dreams in an endless drift.Dreams of escape had faltered and bent,
Crushed beneath darkness’s cruel descent.
A realm of sleep where none could flee,
As dreams became a cold reality.The iron gate had gleamed, a portal to dread,
Guarded by dreams of the nameless dead.
In the depths, darkness had claimed its throne,
Where dreams of light were overthrown.Freedom had vanished, consumed by night,
As dreams, unrelenting, had held their might.
No dawn, no hope, no distant gleam,
Only the endless dark and dream.Darkness and dreams, forever entwined,
Had woven a prison around the mind.
A soul, once free, had been lost to the dimness,
Bound to dreams, never coming back.Thus, in shadows where nightmares slept,
Darkness and dreams in silence crept.
In endless night, the fate had been sealed,
Where darkness and dreams were forever revealed.In shadows deep, where nightmares gleamed,
Darkness and dreams had reigned supreme.
Esther Elizabeth Racah