In the realm of disintegrated dreams, the night was endless and the darkness ruled over every invisible creature. Several peals of thunder manifested their frenzy in a dance of light and shadow, while I waited for my dreams to become true in the most foolish manner, as if time didn’t belong to me anymore. Therefore, I didn’t realise that my fantasies weren’t within reach, but just echoes in the tumultuous wind like illusory soap bubbles. I had waited for nothing to change because torpor and doldrums were woven into the fabric of my fragile destiny. And so the sun revealed its radiant complexion trying to contrast the tenebrous shine of the moon, which was accompanied by a gathering of glistening stars. Withered roses blossomed in the garden of obliteration alluring the night with their scent of decay and unpredictability. While I searched for bat flowers blooming beneath the silver moonlight, the night granted me obliviousness, and the ravines offered me refuge. No earthborn heart would have been so gracious and compassionate as to provide an award or a reward. Every attempt of mine was left behind a frozen portal, and loneliness put a gloomy castle together exclusively for me to dwell in. Even the most impetuous tempests had more regard for me than humankind, whose only aim was to scatter brambles and thorns wherever I went along my arduous path. In the realm of disintegrated dreams, I found my only consolation in the untamed storms, hollow trees and fantastic creatures of the forest. Nothing else really mattered any longer besides my peculiar world of curiosities. Exhausted as I was, I fell into a deep slumber embraced by nightmares and mysterious incubuses. Stardust burst forth from my shattered dreams, igniting the cosmos with its fiery remnants. The realm of disintegrated dreams had dissolved into the infinite abyss of the universe.
Elisabetta Esther
Tag: enchanted forest
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In The Realm Of Disintegrated Dreams
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A Burning Grief
A burning grief shone in my heart like an everlasting flame in the middle of the night, when no creature of the magic oak forest dared to sing. An impetuous waft surrounded me like an ineluctable fate plotting behind my back, as the darkness would make me fade from sight. While an eagle-owl was my oracle whispering enigmas and revealing riddles, a tempest cast its sinister gaze on me as an ominous presage. The cloudy sky embellished the night with gloomy hues and wrapped the stars, too fearful to be seen, whilst the moon concealed its countenance behind an immense thunderhead. No impetuous trepidation could have been placed in my heart, at that very moment when I realised that the ghosts of my archaic past had left me in agony for so long a time. Nothing more could have been a reason for delight, once I discovered the pure emptiness of my existence made of dust and decay. Broken vows and erratic dreams departed from my modest dwelling, leaving a trail of withered flowers and oak scent. The most intrinsic essence of my existence was soaked with black tea, mint and vanilla. A burning grief kept its everlasting flame alive like a torch blazing in my heart, never leaving me for eternity. The chimes of an antique longcase clock resounded all over the oak forest, evoking wonder and apprehension. I felt a tremendous distress causing my agony to persist in its overwhelming purpose, and I believed that nothing anymore was really significant enough to influence my peculiar fate now that the darkness had welcomed every dream of mine. Alas, that burning grief not only had conquered my heart but it didn’t hesitate to defeat all my defences. Once again I could be allowed to win my reward for such a monumental sorrow since nightmares enclosed me even more than before.
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Teardrops In The Desert
Teardrops in the desert of chaos and vulnerability were striking my face while the imperious sun was staring at me with its searing light, on the verge of overwhelming me.
The long summer nights allowed me to indulge in extravagant fantasies since I had always been fond of dreams and rainbows. But, nevertheless, I couldn’t help myself from finding the right direction.
The sun gave its place to the luminaries of the firmament, and I could perceive the feeble light of a lantern far away floating in the enchanted forest of my impossible dreams.
I became a shadow of the night and I could see the stars in their eyes, as if I were their celestial companion in the lonely nightfall. Teardrops in the desert metamorphosed into sighs and whispers in the deepest night of my life.
Without hesitation, I was tempted to embrace the chaos which was embedded in my heart, now that every delusional longing had departed from my dwelling. Hence, I strove for a stance on my fate, but I couldn’t see anything in my crystal ball.
Even the tarot cards refused to spell the truth, although I had interrogated them so many times as the number of stars. My hymns had been cast away from me as punishment for my quest to obtain that certitude that I never acquired.
Teardrops in the desert beneath my beloved moon flew like impetuous rivers at the sight of the twilight. Might I have been a brilliant star or a shy planet, I knew not. All I knew inside my heart was the sensation of a precarious destiny.
As invisible as I became and as untouchable as I pretended to be, I melted in the forest of thoughts and fears as an untamed creature of my own realm made of fantastic dreams and fancy illusions.
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The Silence Of The Night
The silence of the night made me travel till the end of the material worlds
Where I lost my direction and purpose in life without hesitation
I began my journey to the ethereal and idyllic realm of phantoms and elegiac mirage
I fell over and over again for I was unaware of my path made of sharp stones and brambles drawing my attention
Withered roses and arcane trees surrounded me under the shape of precious acquaintances
While I could see castles in the air floating like ephemeral flowers’ petalsThe silence of the night lulled me to the brink of a deep slumber made of delusional chimaeras and phantasmagorias
So soothing was the melody of the nocturnal birds hovering in the forest
So sweet was the exquisite scent of extravagant blossoms in the magic meadows
Where I was lingering with all my laziness willing to lose my ability for discernment
Indulging in desires and imagination
My mind began quietly to be inclined toward hesitation
Lost in the chaotic shenanigans of my doubts and fearsEnchantments and witchcraft blossomed under the shape of occult grimoires, scarlet roses, and magic lanterns
Which surrounded me with their glimmers and shadows
While crystal hourglasses and iridescent sand marked the passage of my time in that fairy-tale world
Where even compasses lost all sense of direction
In that extraordinary aura of mysterious wonders and inexplicable visions
Crows and ravens flew around the sparkling moon
Singing hymns to the majestic nightThe cold waft of the darkness struck me
Not yet able to wake me up from my profound slumber
Since no compass was able to guide me in that topsy-turvy mystery
Which had become a part of me and haunted the chasms of my imaginings
At last, I had altered the silence of the night into a delirious stupor of wild dreams and spellbinding adventures.
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Wandering In Oblivion
Wandering in oblivion with the certitude in my heart that I belonged more to my afflictions than to my desires
I knew not where my fate was taking me
The only inevitability I couldn’t avoid was my obsessive quest to follow my dreams
My fantastic world was all I demanded so impulsively
And that everlasting flame was glowing intensely into my heartI felt betrayed by the time and all the previous events that dragged me into the pit of anguish
It was real as much as I was breathing, and I couldn’t prevent being overwhelmed
A huge imaginary mountain was on my chest, for I didn’t realise I had brought such huge exhaustion over and over again for a considerable time, too many times
Lost and deluded, I chose seclusion as a way to bear that overflowing burdenSo far I wandered that I got lost in mazes and forests, for I was seeking pursuits and chances
Even though I knew there was no compass guiding me in the infinite darkness of the nights I spent in dizziness and confusion
Bitter was the dismay that distressed my heart in the loneliest journey of my existence
Whenever I searched for comfort, I only found sparse, few and far-between hopes for a spark of delightThe sunlight became bright and dark, creating shadows all over my path, while the moon advanced with pride as the queen of the long nights when my slumber was trembling with fear of the unknown. At last, I could hear the silence whispering presages and tales. Hence, there I was, lonely in my frailty and chaos, never ready for new adventures whilst wandering in oblivion and suspense. I had forgotten all my bygone remembrances as well as my name and my most cherished dreams.
As long as the moon shone alongside the stars, I could make wishes that shattered at the mountain’s peak. But all fell silent, and I remained in my castle, admiring the splendid panorama before me.
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A Spectacular Mirage
A spectacular mirage manifested before my eyes in a torrid night of discomforts
Everywhere there was a scalding haze made of phantomatic dreams and delighting chimaeras
Never a doubt caught me while a storm of nightmares was brewing over the night sky
And everything was just darkness and infinityI only needed to lose myself to discover my real self
So many times I have climbed insurmountable heights to realise that I had metamorphosed into something totally different
Like an ethereal shape that would change incessantly without abeyance
Each time desiring something newThe different windows of my life had shut and opened
Disclosing a multitude of scenarios and dreamland
The sun had conquered me while the moon hid viciously behind a blanket of spectacular stars
Majestic dreams had always overwhelmed my heart, and I found myself in an ocean of tears and anguishWandering into the forest of bliss and delight
I had lost myself permanently
As if I were unable to think and keep sparkles of wisdom in my treasure chest
Everything was darkness
Nothing was translucent
No aid would have reached me in that mayhem
Every part of my body and heart could feel the great tragedy of existenceDreaming of isles and oceans where nothing had sense
Nor even desiring
I could feel myself flimsy like a tiny flower carried away by the winds
At the mercy of the winds and raging storms
I wandered in confusion, traversing kingdoms and labyrinths
In a way, I was detached from my longings, and I was eager to embrace new realms and visionsA spectacular mirage awaited me beyond the shadows of the night sky
As an enchantment ready to cast a mysterious spell over me
Not taking care of any concern, I resigned myself to my fate.
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The Forest Of Desires And Dreams
The forest of desires and dreams
An imaginary place existing only in the night
When my unconsciousness dazzled me, and I had my excuse to embrace every kind of oddity
Silence couldn’t hush my fantasies
On the contrary, every fantastic daydream was a gift that the darkness granted me
Although humans were far from my horizon
Since the very first day, I had been cast away from their cynical empire made of metal and pollution
I always felt like a creature made of stars and flowers
My superpower was inside myself and in the celestial garden that surrounded me all the time
I became a fairy hovering in the gardens of mysteries and enchantments
Reality existed only in my dreams day and night
And I nullified the time that didn’t exist anymore in my realm of sparkling beauty
Soft melodies enchanted all my fears fiercely
And I lost every trace of anguish in my heart
I was fearless and unapologetically insolent
Midnight unlocked every portal to mythical worlds, only for me
I had always been under the spell of my own deceptions
Which didn’t allow me to recover my wisdom
The scent of extravagant fruits and nocturnal flowers captivated me
I kept the belief of never desisting in my bizarre journey
The forest of desires and dreams was my delight
Whenever the stars enlightened my path
Each dream of mine manifested in the shape of comets and rainbows
As I breathed, my heart became bewitched by all the moonlight
While I never ceased to pursue my quest for treasure chests replenished with glimmering hopes
I evolved into an enigmatic oddity
So eccentric and full of impossible dreams
Nevertheless, frailty never left me
And the forest of my desires and dreams disappeared like an evanescent cloud in the night sky
In a realm without sunlight but with a steady and rebellious moonlight
Where everything was magic
For eternity and beyond.
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Midnight Thorns
Midnight thorns grew for each teardrop that stroked my face
With a heart full of stitches and pins
And for each memory, a mask of remembrance grew like a flower of death
In a golden cage of betrayal and deception, I dwelled in utter solitude
Faraway from the vulnerable and wicked sight of mortalsAt each instant, my expectations arose under the shape of lifeless trees
No season and no hour differentiated the realm of midnight thorns
A persistent aura of doom distinguished this gilded dungeon
No sun was rising on the horizon
Only the several moons dared to appear in all their splendour and dark emotionlessnessMy dwelling was a castle made of pure gold and decadence
Amid an enchanted forest of malicious spirits and magic spells
From each mirror, an unknown countenance emerged
As if my reflection shifted with every passing instantMystical fanfares and funeral laments wavered like otherworldly fragments of sorrow
Echoing within the hollow walls of my golden dungeon
Elegies without words hovered as mourning tributes to obliterated dreams
The chandeliers wept waxen tears made of gold
And all the chambers and hallways trembled beneath imperceptible footstepsI strolled in mourning robes, carrying secrets and grief
I followed the trail of dark shadows, finding no merriment
I had lost myself and all my hopes were obliterated
Everything was buried beneath the ashes of my forsaken dreams
And the shadows had become friends of my own melancholyThe glooms were the reflection of my own melancholy
And all the mirrors were portraits watching quietly with their empty eyes
No sound beckoned my name, and no aid came from the darkness
There I was surrounded by the heady perfume of ancient roses and antiquity dust
I ceded to midnight thorns, the venom of demise and drama.
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In The Shadows
In the shadows, where the cold breeze embraced me, I listened to the soft whispers of lost hopes betrayed by illusions. In the castle of deception, every fantasy could have been written in the book of secrets and arcane legends.
The moonlight was falling like silver rain over the garden of luscious flowers, where I was lying unaware of my impetuous fate. I fell in love with the idea of sublimity and extravagance. My thoughts were like sparkling gems beneath the night sky.
Magnificent stars were glowing in the firmament, and I realised the magic of that fantastic realm to which I was bound. Covered with stardust and the scent of occult blossoms, I surrendered to the allure of an enchanted forest, letting its mysteries consume me.
I was searching for my true self and my enlightenment. I didn’t know what fear was, and death was not an enemy to fight against, because I was an immortal creature of the darkness. I found delight in dreams and isolation. Solitude was been my source of strength and joy.
The night sky was starred by glowing luminaries and I was hiding in the shadows of my secret garden of desires and regrets. Wandering in labyrinths of hollow trees, I didn’t have any direction to follow or a purpose in my existence.
All that I could feel was the frozen wind caressing me everywhere with its pointed claws like sharp daggers stroking my pale and delicate skin. Time dissolved, fleeting as a snowflake surrendering to the kiss of the sun.
Lost in the embrace of the night, I became nothing more than a fantasy among the stars, an unrevealed dream, vanishing like mist before the first glow of dawn. In the shadows, I found my kingdom of eternity and seclusion, where the soft breeze of the night was whispering secrets only I could hear.
Elisabetta