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: desolation
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The Magic Foggy Night
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Haunting Dreams
Haunting dreams devoured my mind during my tormented nights
When the wind didn’t pass through my hair
And the only sound I could hear was the whisper of the black roses entwined with my hair
My gaze was staring at the moonless night sky
Hoping for some star to appear before me
But I was alone while wandering in the dark forest of my nightmares
Where no creature or spirit emerged in the thick mist of darknessAs soon as the moon arose from behind dark clouds
Its pale glimmer stroked my face like petals of roses
I felt the shadows surround me while dancing like phantoms
They touched my gown with their icy claws
The tragedy of my existence manifested into a dark fantasy
Decadence became my castle of gloomy phantasmagoria
Desolation became my alcove where I felt dearly cherishedI fell in love with my hallucinations
Trembling with lust and desire despite their gloomy embrace
Every trace of wisdom had parted from me
I had drunk from the goblet of insanity and amnesia
I was finally a creature of the realm of haunting dreams
Protected in my eternal slumber, I felt secure
The infinity belonged to me and I was destined to never perishWhimsical was my mood and mutable like the wind in the springtime
Fear didn’t belong to me anymore because I was a part of this macabre kingdom of chimaeras
Not even my name dared to echo in that sacred silence
I now dwelled as a requiem in the ravine of eternity
I was cradled by gloominess and crowned by illusion
I was no longer alive in my haunting dreams
A bloom in oblivion and a ghost in the grave of forgotten stars
Eclipsed by my own dark fantasies, I vanished into the hymn of endless dusk.
Elisabetta -
Elegy Of The Withered Roses
Elegy of the withered roses was one of the hymns carved on my book of dreams
Every time I opened it to flee the reality around me, I found myself in another world
A realm of solace and delight but also with dreadful and disquieting hues
Confused and dazzled, I began to proceed on my walk to the fountain of knowledge
The more I wanted to know, the more I was convinced to know lessMy struggle to understand the mystery beyond a legend so dear to me was overwhelmed by the fear of oblivion
As soon as I desired to open the books, decay trapped me in a state of affliction
And nightmares hunted me like prey, wherever I was, in the garden of desolation
What I’ve never seen before appeared in the mirror of my fate
The truth hurt me like a dagger inside my bleeding heartThe doom of desolation and solitude tainted every delight of mine
Although I was fleeing the reality, I couldn’t find any haven where to rest in peace
Sombre clouds overcrowded the night sky, obliterating all the stars
And the moon emerged immense in her startling splendour
As she was chanting the elegy of the withered rosesI couldn’t understand if the shrieks I was hearing were groans of mockery or laments of sorrow
All I could see was shadows embedded in the roots of dead trees
Twisting like tortured souls in the abyss of perpetual despair
Because after all, every dream of mine was a nightmare In the luminous hush of night
Since my heart was just an imperfect relic of impetuous stormsNothing more could have been mended
The rift between the realm of nightmares and longings had outgrown
My castle of hopes and illusions had crumbled to pieces
Its towers dissolved into mist, and its gates were devoured by stillness
I stood in my loneliness surrounded by the debris and clutching dreams that were turned to dust
As if sorrow itself had rewritten the fabric of my heart.
Elisabetta -
Drifting Away
drifting away into nothingness
into the total self-destruction
not caring about the reality anymore
letting the oblivion swallow me
until nothing remains but only my name carved on a cold stonedrowning deeply into the abyss of death
where I will not be anything anymore
not even memories will be left
just some rhyme in the realm of dreams and decayfearless desires could never be lit up like inextinguishable flames
but only frozen feelings were ruling the realm of my dreamsthe garden of my lust and passions became a desert
where weeds of indifference grew like majestic trees
trees of obliviousness and shallownessall my devotion and cherished treasures of love were destroyed by the ominous fire of betrayal
leaving me a crashed flower with no vital signs
just a dead flower on the cruel soil made of artificial adorationIt’s just like a broken doll without impulse and lymph
left alone to starve the love she really needed
ready to be devoured by the void like she never existeddrifting away into the valley of death and obliteration
glad to have disappeared forever
with regrets and remorses cling to me like Ivya cruel wind spoils my heart, breaking it into pieces
leaving me senseless, like buried alive in a trap of disloyaltysurrendering to my defeat, I let death ruin me
becoming fragments of stars
fading away from the world of hypocrisy and diseasesmy screams were just too silent to be heard
my heartbeats stopped permanently
nothing anymore was the same
in a garden of decay and cruelty
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
The Mansion of Anguish
The mansion of anguish was filled with flowers of dread,
Sighs echoed in each empty chamber like merry butterflies,
The scent of betrayal penetrated every crevice of this eerie dwelling,
As a consequence of broken vows and promises.The name of love has been desecrated, and love itself has been obliterated,
In an extinguished fire, vestiges of mirth were lying,
Buried underneath a stack of piles of ashes and blood,
And the pain was carved on each stone.Hushed sobs created a fountain of dismay and grief,
Where solitary souls had the habit of indulging secretly,
Waiting for their lovers who were never supposed to come back,
In a frolic of delusional hallucinations and cruel fate.In the middle of the night, farewell left their signs on the decayed walls and shattered mirrors,
Leaving mere remembrances of broken hearts and aborted dreams,
Beneath the obsessive moonlight, whose frantic light gleams stroke perpetually the dead flowers in the garden,
While this realm of decay sparkled magnificently in all its darkness.Repetitive laments bloomed like blossoms of death,
Since the mansion of anguish and sorrow emerged as a monument to decadence,
And every star hid itself from the insistent stare of the moon’s pale and haunting gaze,
Shadows of forsaken and lost lovers lingered, whispering fragments of unfulfilled desires and regrets into the hollow aura.Each murmur was enthralled by the walls that held infinite teardrops of agony,
And every silent portrait, dimmed by epochs of neglect, seemed to weep silently in unison with the affliction around them.
The desolate wind sighed through all the halls, shallowing the ruins of destroyed trinkets that once held sentimental bargains.
The mansion of anguish became a despondent residence engulfed in an eternal night.
It stood as a forgotten memorial to love’s betrayal and decay, where beauty had endlessly perished, leaving only a ghostly vestige in its haunted place.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
The Storm of Chaos
The storm of chaos and madness descended upon the world,
Invisible and silent, its dangerous spell was cast,
Like a doom of destruction and death,
Its waves were made of hatred and despondency.Lost dreams in the emptiness,
Were but ephemeral instants of joyful illusions,
While the storm of chaos obliterated everything,
No refuge was left for the uncautious dreamers,
In a realm where even to dream was not conceivable anymore.Sorrowful angst and sadness grew like thorns,
Among the silent stares of faint stars,
A distant echo of lamentation whispered through the void,
The mournful song of a world torn asunder,
Beneath the weight of shadows, it could no longer bear.The sky, once alive with hope,
Became a canvas of forsaken memories,
Its immensity was an infinite depiction of dismay,
Where every fleeting desire was drowned in despair.Mountains crumbled under the touch of a cruel spell,
Turning to dust, like brittle crystal gems of forgotten epochs,
The rivers dried, their waters devoured by the storm,
Leaving behind barren wastelands, void of life and love.The wind, no longer a sweet embrace,
Howled like a ghoul unleashed from the abyss,
Carrying with it the sorrow of a thousand spirits,
Condemned to wander in the darkness, forever lost.No sanctuary dwelled in this realm of devastation,
Where yearning was an ephemeral ghost,
And elation had long been exiled.
Every corner was mesmerised by the storm’s fury,
Even time itself began to erode,
Shattered like a fragile mirror of a lost past.In the silence that followed the storm’s chaotic gusts,
There lingered only the vestiges of magnificence and beauty,
Wailing in vain for a deliverance that would never arrive,
And still, none would respond, for the entire world had become insensitive,
To the sound of frantic dreams and desires.There was no more dawn nor light,
But only the dim glare of the dying stars,
Whose feeble devotion faded into the cold grip of eternity.
Indeed, the luminaries above dimmed and faded,
As if they, too, could not bear to witness the obliteration below.The earth lamented beneath the weight of its sorrow,
Cracked and scarred by the storm’s relentless clasp,
An ethereal veil of despair threads through its very essence.
Nothing remained pristine; nothing survived unscathed,
Since the storm of chaos had devoured all it had struck,
Leaving a hollow shell where once life had thrived.And as the last fragment of reality disappeared,
A stillness, more profound than any before, descended,
Wrapping the world in its frigid grasp,
As the storm, pleased, at last withdrew,
Leaving behind only emptiness and the eternal night.In this abyss of forgotten longings and shattered dreams,
No tears were left to whine,
Because the storm had annihilated everything,
Its wrath left nought but ashes and whispers on the wind.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
Macabre Dreams
Macabre dreams descended like heavy rain on the realm of delusions,
Transforming desires into distasteful visions,
Where shadows writhed in the dim fog’s embrace,
And twisted despairs occurred through the vast ocean of mirages.The stars and the moon were surrounded by a dim emptiness,
Casting ghoulish shapes upon the walls of the night.
A mournful wind disclosed secrets into hollow trees and dead flowers,
Its outcry was a dirge that brought the whole realm to collapse.Phantoms wandered through the fields of forgotten woe,
Tracing paths where only the lost dared to go.
Their hollow laughter filled the startling ambience,
Chilling the hearts of those who still rambled there.A spectre emerged from the gloom, draped in decay,
With eyes like dim embers that slowly burned away.
Its touch, a cold shiver, crept through the bones,
Raising the cries of a thousand forgotten moans.Beneath the earth, where silence claimed its kingdom,
And coffins murmured secrets of a restless death,
The graves began to stir with a profound longing,
As if yearning to rise from their slumbering soil.In this land where light dared not linger anymore,
Hope dissolved, and sanity withered away.
Time unravelled, thread by thread until nought remained,
But the shroud of despair, eternally stained.Macabre dreams bloomed like tainted flames, unending,
Their burning caress, relentless, always descending.
No dawn would pierce this nightmarish domain,
For here, the darkness reigned, unbroken, unfeigned.The whispers of the abyss grew ever near,
Clawing at the remnants of a life once held dear.
The burning moans of delusional dreamers grew louder, more distinct,
Till even the silence trembled on the brink.And so the realm lay adrift, a world without reprieve,
Where even the dead had no respite to grieve.
An abyss of madness and cruelty was in its demise,
For eternity and beyond.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
Fearless Sorrow
A fearless sorrow was the ruler of the realm of darkness and delusions. Not even the silence would have been so successful without it.
Surreal dreams succumbed to the power of deception and fear. Nothing could have been altered, not even the cynical fate, as the grasp of sorrow and despair tore everything.
Sorrow reigned over every corner, like ivy clinging to the shadows, dragging everything into its cold embrace.
The stars themselves blinked out of existence, one by one, as if they, too, had surrendered to the desolation.
Unspoken lamentations filled the gloomy aura, and each sigh was a reminder of the weight of existence.
What once flickered with hope had long been extinguished, leaving only hollow echoes where light had dared to tread.
The horizon, once vibrant with the promise of dawn, now stood still—a jagged line dividing the unknown void from the nothingness below.
Time itself seemed to stretch and warp, losing meaning as the days merged into one endless, suffocating night.
Beneath the ever-looming sky, the earth trembled with the weight of forgotten truths. There was no escape, only surrender.
Shadows crept through every crevice, whispering the secrets of eternity lost to the wind, each moment a fading spectre of what once was.
Wandering souls, trapped between life and death, carried the burden of their broken promises.
Each anathema blossomed as a curse in the desolate landscape, where solemn echoes of laments vanished as quickly as they appeared.
There was no solace, no reprieve in this abyss; only the cold certainty of oblivion awaited, where cries were swallowed by the emptiness.
Even the world had grown tired of misery and despair. The endless night stretched on, indifferent to the mortal pains.
A fearless sorrow consumed all while the relics of longings dissolved into the void, never to return.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
Desolation and Sadness
Desolation and sadness blossomed in a time when the tree of joy died,
Before, the winds turned cold and cruel.
The days were bright, but shadows prospered,
And silence ruled in every room.The flowers once bloomed in glimmering lights,
Their petals soft, their fragrance sweet,
But seasons shifted, and they withered,
As if the soil no longer cared to greet.The sky had held a shade of blue,
A canvas where the clouds would play,
But soon, it faded into grey,
As mirth dissolved and dreams decayed.There had been a symphony of fondness in every glimmer,
And love’s embrace was powerful and infallible.
But hearts grew detached, hands untied,
Leaving behind an obscure emptiness.The roads once bustled with busy steps,
Crammed with the hum of life’s embrace.
Now, only memories passed through walls,
And loneliness had found its realm.The ocean once danced beneath the sun,
Its waves created a melody of endless bliss.
But now the shores stood bare and cold,
Untouched by light, untouched by ardour.There was a time when longings were alive,
Their sounds were so pure, their wings so light,
Nonetheless, soon, their melodies went lost in the darkness,
Swept away by endless nights.The stars had shone like scattered gems,
Guiding the way through life’s enigmas,
However, shortly, their light was swallowed whole,
By darkened skies, their lustre was gone.Those who once believed in futures bright,
With paths that led to beautiful shores.
They became tired of those dreams that were left lying in the dust,
Forgotten tales of what once soared.There had been smiles and giggles,
Faded promises of days to arrive.
But sorrow settled in their place,
And every gust felt cold and numb.The past was filled with tender grace,
A world untouched by grief’s decay.
But time moved on, and all that was loved
It was swept like ash and blown away.Desolation and sadness claimed the fields of green,
Where no more hearts alive could have been chased,
Indeed, now those fields lay barren, bare,
Where joy had existed, now misery took its siege.The wind that brought hymns of happiness
Suddenly, it only carried the weight of tears.
The songs of delight and love
Fell silent through the passing years.There was a remote and ancient time,
When kindness bloomed like a springtime flower,
But cruelty’s frost had killed the bloom,
And shadows stretched with thriving power.The sun that warmed every realm
Fell from the sky in silent grief,
And all that once was full of life
Fell prey to time’s relentless thief.In the end, only desolation and sadness lingered here,
Of all things that went lost, of all those dreams that were known.
Desolation ruled the land,
And sadness bloomed where hope once grew.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
Blank Silence
Blank silence filled the solitary mansion as if the very air had been stilled by unseen hands. The echoes of sighs, once alive and vibrant voices, were now long dead, leaving only an oppressive quiet that seeped into the walls. The moon outside cast a frost and pale glow through the decayed windows, but even its light seemed muted, as though it dared not bother the stillness.
Blank silence ruled the ancient residence, its weight pressing down on every surface. There had been a time when happiness and dreams resounded there when the sound of life loaded the halls. Now, only shadows remained, creeping and crawling over the furniture, whispering secrets that no one could ever hear. The rhythmic sway of a pendulum clock once measured time, but even that had ceased. Time itself had frozen, trapped in the grip of this hollow stillness.
Blank silence settled deep into those who wandered through the mansion, searching for something that could no longer be remembered. The wind stroked the faded wallpaper; dead leaves ran over dusty books and cracked mirrors. But nothing looked back. There were no reflections here, no memories to cling to—only the vast emptiness stretching on and on. Invisible steps were soundless, and a ghostly breath barely could become a whisper in the choking air.
Blank silence consumed everything, swallowing the house and all within it. The portraits on the walls stared out with blank, lifeless eyes, and the furniture seemed to sag under the weight of years. No one could tell how long they had been wandering, how many nights they had spent drifting through these halls. Time had lost all meaning here. The silence was eternal, an endless void that had stripped away all sense of reality. There was no sound, no voice, no cry. Only the hollow echo of nothingness stretched out before those who dared to wander, promising no escape.
Esther Elizabeth Racah