Spells and enchantments in the middle of the night awakened me in an ancient forest where time seemed to have frozen and marvels bloomed at each moment. In the realm of fantastic fairy tales, magic was an ordinary manifestation of a reality that was but a magnificent illusion. Quietly the nocturnal wind soothed me to sleep while I could sense the exquisite perfume of mesmerising flowers. No fears or anguishes could ever touch my mind in the world of spells and enchantments. Sparkling starlight could never reach that enchanted forest where only candlelight was allowed to glow besides the shimmering cauldron always brewing. Hypnotising whispers and ravens’ melodies seemed to reveal themselves as arcane truths and occult nursery rhymes. A witch seemed to materialise like a sudden impetuous storm at midnight; she began to utter secret spells and enchantments collected in her many grimoires. I perceived the chimerical nature of that moment, as if I had become an ethereal and metaphysical creature myself as well. Once and for all I swallowed the magic potion from the witch’s cauldron and I forgot my past in a permanent act of obliterating my ominous memories. With the utmost enthusiasm, I embraced my transformation into a creature made of darkness and witchcraft. My countenance had changed, and I looked exactly like the witch; I might have realised I had metamorphosed into a witch myself, forsaking my human nature. No obsolete dismay could have been a minacious threat to me now that the reign of spells and enchantments had claimed me as its own. No sorrows or fears could have let me fall into the abyss of despair because no grief could any longer have overwhelmed my heart. Only wonders and marvels looked after me for I was an immortal sorceress destined for the most exquisite dreams and delights. Everything was perfect bliss, and the night of spells and enchantments had become everlasting.
Elisabetta Esther
Tag: ethereal poetry
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Spells And Enchantments
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A Dismal Obscurity
A dismal obscurity silently descended over the nighttime in the garden of secret and forbidden desires. Once again, the storm had fulfilled its promise to erase ancient memories and delusional hopes from the realm of fantasies and chimaeras. The nights followed each other like a sequence of fables without any beginning or end. All the flowers withdrew from the tempest’s thunder, leaving soaked soil filled with decay and fragments of burning flames. The bitterness of the magic potions that I had to swallow in my frantic existence turned my heart into a heavy stone to carry through nights of solitude and restlessness. Flares of anguish burst in the nighttime while the stars watched me closely like a bizarre creature, who was unworthy of inhabiting that enchanted place filled with wild eccentricities. The freezing wind was so fiercely cold and violent that I could not remain standing for even a moment, reminding me of my fragility and transience. The more unbearable truths demanded to be revealed the more I shrank from discovering them in the great mirror of dilemmas. No matter how much I wanted to cast off all those painful and demoralising memories, they appeared as menacing shadows wherever I went. A dismal obscurity had cast a spell all over the night and no portal could have conducted me to other surroundings since my fate had decreed that I could never depart from the realm of ill-omened nightmares and indulgent sufferings. The art of suffering had become my delight during those harrowing nights of burning tears. The stupor had not even allowed me a moment to relinquish my role as a dreamer of lost, fragmented dreams. The eternal darkness could have been magnificent each instant that a dismal obscurity had claimed my heart solely for the mere purpose of making me feel in each part of my body the misery of the loss of all my dreams while the stars and the moon mocked me with their looks of contempt.
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In The Labyrinth Of Sighs
In the labyrinth of sighs, a place suspended in time and unreachable by human beings, mysterious shadows and riddles lay beneath the crystal starlight that shone brightly over the kingdom of heavenly nightmares. Slowly I tried to find an escape but the more I proceeded the more I found myself at the same point at the very beginning. In vain I studied the opportunities to free myself from that labyrinth, nevertheless, it seemed that there was no chance for me to flee. At each moment a sigh revealed to me a part of the secrets that had been concealed by the clouds of dusk, when the moon could have touched the sleek dark blue surface of the ocean. Ominous shadows manifested their presence around me surrounding me with startling emotions making me hesitate to continue my frenetic quest for freedom. Was all that I needed a quest for the very liberty from an extremely extravagant place claiming my heart in a vehement storm of dismay and longing? As long as I was forced to stay in the labyrinth of sighs I could find myself absorbed in my thoughts between sweet and bitter pleasures while the moon on the horizon re-emerged from the brilliant ocean as if it had been born from the deepest depths. I felt the starlight caressing me softly descending all over me like a rain of delicate petals whose exquisite scent was bewitching but at the same time intimidating me. And however cynical and unscrupulous my cruel fate had been, I could not escape that sense of helplessness and exquisite mourning that had taken root in my heart; while ice-cold tears crept down my face, almost as if to remind me how my misery had become as infinite as the number of stars scattered across the firmament of the dark night. The wind softly whispered painful memories to me just as I had resigned myself to the idea of permanently leaving that place—so deeply hated yet equally yearned for—the labyrinth of sighs and forsaken desires.
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A Dreamy Nighttime
A dreamy nighttime resurfaced in my mind as if I were living in that very moment that didn’t last as long as I wished it would. As usual, my flowing dark gown was agitated by the freezing wind while a large white wolf sat next to a black raven perched on the stone pillar with me. From my high stone balcony, I could gaze at a dragon flying in the distant sky, with an embellished archway overlooking a marvellous landscape of a misty valley, dramatic waterfalls, and a sprawling castle complex connected by stone bridges. That was definitely a dreamy nighttime to remember by the light of a warm candlelight, a glowing lantern, and the unperturbed silver light of the moon. My lovely companions could sense all the bitter grief and electrifying fears hidden in my heart no matter how much I claimed that nothing could disturb me. I often asked them about the meaning of existence and the reason why dreams were dissolved by the cynicism and indifference of humankind. Lost in the labyrinth of my thoughts, I let myself be captivated by the enchantment of that realm of beauty and magic, in the hope that I would distract my heart from the anguish that held it entangled in its thorny tendrils. In truth, I was fleeing from myself and from the darkness of the abyss of nightmares that haunted my fitful slumber. Nonetheless, a dreamy nighttime had the power to transform me into a creature of the silent night, inducing me to live a life of starlight and mysticism. In loneliness, I was no longer, absolutely I felt the protection of the fantastic inhabitants of that kingdom of dreamy nighttime. So bright were the luminaries that I felt finally welcomed and included for the very first time in my peculiar reality filled with oddities and delusions. At last, I was allowed to be made of dreams and nightmares, far away from the conventional impediments of humanity. Far away I fled astray, into the endless darkness, where splendid dreams and lugubrious nightmares merged beneath the silver gaze of the moon.
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In The Realm Of Disintegrated Dreams
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.
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Beneath The Darkness
Beneath the darkness, I built my imaginary castle, hovering like a phantom over me, filled with bitter memories and wicked resentment. The night appeared to me like an immense creature, ready to swallow all my blissful hopes, leaving me only with its heartbreaking gifts as a substitute for my dreams. Melancholic longings wound around me like ivy tendrils, always letting me perceive the liberty that I lost long ago. A sudden thunder would have made me shudder, but it wasn’t the case, since I had lost every spark of fear in that realm of darkness and nightmares. The stars were staring at me like curious creatures ready to judge every single emotion of mine.
The solitude tried to comfort me in vain, for I were not accustomed to those gloomy clouds on the horizon, ready to rapture my hopes of deliverance. My beloved raven handed me the chalice of oblivion, nevertheless, I embraced my desire to decrypt ancient manuscripts, whose dust adorned them with peculiar hues. The night attired me with an obsidian cloak embellished with gold and stardust. I could see the moonlight sink deep into the fierce, tumultuous river, reflecting my thoughts like a mirror of truth. Could I make acquaintance with my fears and anguishes swarming around me like haunting ghosts? I knew not what could possibly be in my unpredictable fate’s designs.
Beneath the darkness, shadows emerged like quirky spectres willing to catch every glimpse of my heart, which kept its everlasting flame alive, even though it was destined to fade away. Unaware of my destiny, I proceeded uncautiously in my gloomy descent filled with dark shadows and unbearable secrets. Silently and slowly, the night revealed me to endure my painful dismay like an ethereal flower floating in the aether. Meanwhile, the moon greeted me behind a thick blanket of dark clouds, and I lost all my hesitation to allow entrance to the most devoted nightmares of my lonely nights in the abyss of oblivion and darkness.
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Magic Sunsets
Magic sunsets manifested in the abyss of torpor and oblivion
While the ocean breeze stroked my hair in the unconsciousness of my slumber
Although I had relinquished the kingdom of shallowness and impermanence
I never settled for an adventure bound to rational manuscripts and shoddy fantasyI always dreamed of magic sunsets and enchanted castles
Mostly when the ancient clock of my secret mansion ticked each second of my life
It pressured me to advance and grab as much knowledge as I could
But each time I drank from the goblet of wisdom
Every memory would vanish away like tiny sand grains in the windIn vain I cried, and as desperate as I was, I evoked the spirits of that magical realm of sugary illusions and flaming roses
The magnificent sunlight greeted me each day without ceremonies
But only making my roses bloom like shimmering gems in every shade of orange and redBeneath sparkling magic sunsets, each lantern glimmered to chaperone me to the precious and beloved castle that was in front of me exactly as I had imagined it
The aura was full of exquisite flower scents whose petals were falling all over me like confetti raindrops
Orange quartz, citrine and carnelian adorned my hair under the shape of a fabulous crown, and tangerine flowers adorned my dressI could intentionally realise that I was no longer dreaming, being part of a marvellous world where dreams always came true, and happiness was spilling all over the realm
The enchantment of that fairy tale was so intense that I hadn’t even realised I was completely alone, save for the legendary creatures
No doubt or fear could touch me now that I was the sovereign of my world of wonders and odditiesWithout ever tearing my gaze away from the beauty of those magical sunsets that had transported me into my world of imprudence and frenzy, I finally embraced my bizarre and mysterious fate with its myriad of surprises and eternal marvel.
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The Shadows Of My Dreams
The shadows of my dreams vanished in the emptiness of the night when silence dared to whisper obstreperous secrets.
So much I coveted to let my fantasy free and untamed that I was willing to let the night sky overwhelm me with its mysterious beauty and fearlessness.
An enchanted castle was my invisible dwelling where I could play hide and seek with the stars. At the same time, the silver moonlight shone through the crystal chandelier of my empty house.
The light hid behind the dark shadows, and everything seemed more blurred and phantasmagorical
The further my imagination travelled, the greater was the confusion that ruled my heart, and finally I was finding leisure while obscured by magnificent clouds
It seemed to live in the realm of dreams and illusions with no quest for a destination, and no interest in a time-bound domain of decrees
Time had fallen into oblivion, and nonsense became wisdom, for I was no longer obliged to follow the restrictions of shallow humans
I was the ruler, and I allowed myself to surrender to the shadows of my dreams as if I were unaware of any consequences
A realm made of shadows and dreams had become my cherished abode where I could sense protection and immortality
No mortal could harm me anymore or spoil my treasured dreams because I had by then become out of their reach
Could I have endured those ephemeral circumstances? I knew not, since I had chosen to live in obliviousness to immerse myself in the ocean of bliss
The night was a valley of tranquillity, and the silence encouraged me to overcome my fear of being unsteady
Unquestionably, unsteadiness had become my inevitability, and the infinity of the night’s darkness welcomed me in its majestic embrace, full of the shadows of dreams.
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Phantasmagoric Castles
Phantasmagoric castles and abysses of dreams were emerging in my visions like real-life chimaeras
Ready to entice my attention with their scents of oblivion
Comforting my trepidations wasn’t easy
Mostly, when the dread of the sunlight forced me to close my eyes and rely on my imagination
Absurdities were part of my nighttime routine, made of fresh rain showers and visits to the nocturnal flower gardens.
It was like there was no beginning or end
In that fantastic realm, I had reset the time
And now there wasn’t a specific time any longer willing to damage my phantasmagoric castlesThe trepidation of the wait for my dreams to come true became my obstinate ritual
I couldn’t manage my irresponsible tendency to embrace illusions, but I was sure I couldn’t escape it
And so I continued to fly in the wonderful sky of my fantasies
Romances didn’t upset me as long as they were confined to the garden of the enchantments
Incredibly, I was dreaming about love and detachment, conquest and defeat
Although the bitter taste of the night dew reminded me of the ephemerality of my yearnings
Even when I cherished my blissful dreams the most
I was left with nothing but ancient books and withered flowersThe enchanting bouquets of the night had captivated me, while I could catch a glimpse of phantasmagoric castles and fabulous dragons
Dizzy and bewildered, I explored the night with all its marvels and mysteries beyond my imagination
Softly, the twilight breeze stroked my face, reminding me that I had to abandon myself to my destiny
However much it was arduous to let my anguish fall into the abyss of oblivion
I embraced the new journey in a spellbinding realm of magic and phantasmagoric castles
Knowing in my heart that everything was but a mere chimaera dwelling in my enchanted dreams.
Elisabetta Esther