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 blood drops
My heart had been pierced in myriad moments
And I could see him nailed to a rusty nail
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
Dismembering my soul and tearing it to shreds
I had fallen victim to my own tragedy
Even though I have eluded the weight of grief
All the most beautiful blossoms of my garden had withered
Flowered meadows transformed into a hollow valley of tears and blood
I had lost all my dearest treasures and a spell was cast over my insane fate
Crimson and dark shadows were confining me in my infernal dwelling
Haunted by dark memories and atrocious obsessions
Where I couldn’t find a sparkle of love and hope
I might have been allowed to see my relentless grave
There she stood so magnificent and exquisite
A monument to my witlessness and insanity
Beneath the light of a candle
I had perished anonymously
Only glooms and clouds were grieving for me
Under a sky made of glass and pearls
At the dead of night
When chimaeras and ghouls gathered
As soon as the moon invoked them
Hence 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: esoteric poetry
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Beneath The Light Of A Candle
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The Collapse Of My Haunted Illusions
The collapse of my haunted illusions began the night of my fall into the dark chasm of my fears, where I’ve been tortured by sharp thorns and daggers, penetrating my heart in every way, and making it bleed to the very last drop of blood.
My soul was burning alive, and I could hear the screams of my dreams, alive and breathing, to get the last essence of my foolishness. I had tormented scars cherishing my grief and sorrow. All in the while of my transformation and decay.
I was reborn and died oftentimes, as long as my heart was struck by the many thunders of madness and self-destruction. Everything could have obliterated me in the valley of despair and grief.
I was bound to the chains of the deserted version of myself and obscure presages. The fate surrendered at the sight of the tower of my solitude, where I was the only captive in the presence of wraiths made of tragic illusions.
My tragedy was an everlasting and bright gift, like a hidden treasure. I knew not what could be expected beyond the several doors that kept me locked up. I could have screamed all night long and no phantom would have heard.
My tears were pearls anchored to my neck like sharp hooks, tearing at my skin. While obsessive fears were swallowing my soul, and as much as I might run, they hunted me wherever I wandered during my endless bleak nights.
Loneliness was retaining me as a creature of its own realm. And the steadiness of silence besieged my delusional abode. My pierced heart dangled from the ceiling and its drops of blood traced sacred symbols on the frigid soil.
Elisabetta Esther -
Surrounded By Darkness
Surrounded by darkness and evil spirits
I wandered lost among dark shapes and whispered truths
The thorns in my heart traced the path to my destiny
While secrets and hidden tales were hiding beyond my controlAnd I could hear the clock ticking in a rhythmic way
Almost like a symphony of time and dreams
Moving lyrical rhymes within my mind like leaves in the wind
As if fate had determined that I was merely its puppet, to be used at its whim.I danced amid the heart of utter darkness
Amongst phantoms and malevolent ghouls
Surrounded by darkness and dark shapes
They whispered secret truths I should be aware of
They intimated to me to be careful and never trustI used my blood to carve all my verses on each stone I met
While the pain tore me apart like soft cotton candy
The scent of arcane spells and incense made me feel overwhelmed
Bewitched by my own demons evoked through ancient tarots
I lay down on a silent throne of illusions and deceptionSo, I chose to remain in silence to seal an invisible oath.
Elisabetta