The spell of the magic night bound me to a deadly respite
A slumber of shadows too deep to escape
Under the siege of absolute silence
Dreams whispered legends of ashes and decay
I was facing all my fears and my subconscious
It was like opening an ancient chest that long-time remained closed
Disclosing memories enveloped in dust and grief
Each emotion was a fragile relic, and each fearful thought was an erratic rhyme
The consequence of my own darkness dragged me deeper
As my shadows manifested like abandoned ghosts
And I became a captive of the stillness
As I came to be aware that the price of awakening was far too high
Immobile I remained on my fancy bed
Expecting my frenzy to embody the shape of one of my visions
I longed to become an illusion adrift in the aether
Like divine smoke rising from sacred incense
My heart was pounding from the sinister noises above me
It felt as though I lay beneath demoniac clouds
Where wicked souls wove silent conspiracies against me
The void inside of my heart consumed me
I surrendered to the phantoms of my anguishes
They were no longer my tormentors but silent companions
In the vastness of my hollow night, my thoughts dissolved like torn silk
Each thread was lost to sight into the infinite darkness
I finally ceased to search for who I was
Since I became a part of that quietude I once feared
I hovered through each memory of mine
I had become a vibration surrounded by the velvet darkness
All that surrounded me turned into a silent garden
Where hushed sorrow bloomed with invisible petals
And dreams fell like shadowed snowflakes
On the altar of my fading spirit
I wandered like a ghost trapped in a hall of mirrors
Indeed, I had become a phantom of my own making
And I eternally remained trapped in my dreams
Under the spell of the magic night.
Elisabetta
