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 raindrops
My heart had been broken in myriad moments
And I could see it hovering in the sky
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
Fragmenting my soul and transforming it into stardust
I had fallen victim to my own tragedy
Even though I have eluded the burden of grief
All the most beautiful blossoms of my garden had withered
Flowered meadows transformed into a hollow valley of tears and withered rose petals
I had lost all my dearest treasures and a spell was cast over my erratic fate
Crimson and dark shadows were confining me in my infernal dwelling
Haunted by dark memories and vicious obsessions
Where I couldn’t find a sparkle of love and hope
I might have been allowed to see my relentless crypt
There she stood so magnificent and exquisite
A monument to my witlessness and folly
Beneath the light of a candle
I had vanished anonymously
Only glooms and clouds were grieving for me
Under a sky made of glass and pearls
At nightfall
When chimaeras and ghouls gathered
As soon as the moon summoned them
Therefore 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: Gothic atmosphere
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Beneath The Light Of A Candle
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Possessed And Haunted By My Yearnings
Possessed and haunted by my yearnings, I was bewitched by wicked creatures and exquisite ghouls, which I cherished each night devoutly.
My heart had been dilapidated and torn apart by mortal shallow caprices. I did cast fatal spells that shattered hearts and obliterated kingdoms. My longings were my ruin and delight.
I felt pierced by arrows of passion, and I could breathe ecstatic instants of decay. I sought transformation. I was willing to free my soul in the frosty wind of the winter nights.
All my precious dreams had been turned to ashes of sorrow. My heart was just an ethereal fragment of ardour with no mercy for those who harmed me. Thus, I surrendered to frenzy and bitterness.
I wailed all my wrath to the stars at midnight. I summoned my beloved nightmares, who listened carefully to my invocations. Therefore, the most fierce storms annihilated those who took me for granted, replacing me with shallow puppets.
I recited my poetic rhymes made of esoterism and black magic in the worst moments of dismay and chagrin. I sang to the sun and to the moon my anguish while crying tears of crimson crystals. I wished for oblivion and fearless vengeance.
My dreadful sobs eclipsed the sound of many thunders and maelstroms. Possessed and haunted by my yearnings, I was sorely lacking in my innocence. Instead, I had become the embodiment of passion.
I begged all the underworld creatures to calm my anger down. Still, the only possible outcome was a chant of vengeance, wrapped in a black rope and sealed with the wax of raven and crimson candles.
I conjured all the underworld spirits and sublime spectres, my most loyal companions, and they responded to my visitation. They unleashed turmoil and havoc, and they took me with them into their realm of Hades.
Surrounded by crystal crowns and stone flowers, I had become a sorceress and the queen of shadows and forbidden realms. In my heart, there were only tainted spells and vexations. Surrounded by nightmares, I finally found myself in the realm of untamed desires and ruthless darkness.
Elisabetta Esther -
A Storm Of Tragedies
A storm of tragedies suddenly overwhelmed me
Dragging me into the abyss of despair and surrender
A delight for my weeping heart that was burning like an inextinguishable flame
My fate knew no expectation
No longing was any longer granted to me
I had been overwhelmed once again
And I had been forsaken by my own stars
Rather, I had been retained in shadows and dismay
Lost in my soliloquies
I realised that it was all a dreadful dream
A nightmare in disguise
And so the eternal night never came to an end
The sky was invisible to me
While I was relegated to my secret vault
In solitude and dismay, I was destined to endure my existence
Emptiness was swallowing me from within
As I could hear the sound of my tears collapsing incessantly on the frigid soil
Anguish didn’t spare my heart, stroking it like a ceaseless dismay
I knew not what destiny might have reserved for me
Dread kept my heart in pangs, helpless in its naivety and foolishness
Even the moon averted its gaze from me
Whilst a deafening silence surrounded me
The cold wind of the eternal night could no longer hurt me
Since I had become a creature of darkness, without longings or expectations
My downfall had become my reprieve
I had found delight in discomfort and grief
My secret refuge was made of dust and bare stones
My comfort and haven were made of chaos
Dreaming of starlight and love was only a remote chimeara
I was no longer the privileged creature of stars and rainbows
Instead, I belonged to the realm of gloomy skies and vicious traps
In my frozen loneliness and seclusion
Therein I was destined to subsist in decadence and sweet melancholy
With no rescue or transformation
Pearls and tears were flowing down my face and body
And I remained therein forever.
Elisabetta Esther -
Beneath The Ocean Vault
Beneath the ocean vault, there was a secret place
where the hidden truths and the most recondite secrets had been buried.
Among ruins covered by coral and algae
and a rather unsettling expanse of swirling water.
It was there that the crypt under the ocean lay,
as if the sea had been its roof and also its home.
Mine was a simple vision,
it may be that I was dreaming,
it may be that I was having these hallucinations.
I only know that it was not the fruit of a conscious and calculated imagination.
It seemed that I had abandoned myself
to the sound of the stormy waves on an autumn evening.
When the faint light of the sky merged with the water of the ocean
until merged as one unity.I closed my eyes and I abandoned myself to my imaginative madness,
And I saw with even more clarity that marvellous and fantastical landscape
which did not belong to me,
But which in some way symbolised something of my past or of my future,
because I, in the end, lived in the past and the future.
My present was in oblivion.Beneath the ocean vault, my dreams had ceased to whisper visions and desires. In their place remained nightmares that drew their fantasies from bitter disappointments and atrocious memories. And it was in this labyrinth of water and darkness that I found myself entwined, clutched as if unbound by invisible chains.
I found myself in an oceanic crypt where the sea creatures had turned into ghosts, hunting me like prey and a victim of their tortures and torments. My invocation to the cruel fate of a possible change, where I might have grasped a flower of hope, was to no avail. In the endless and vast infinite.
Elisabetta -
Absolute Despair In The Heart Of The Night
Absolute despair in the heart of the night. Struggling, wrapped in the glow of the stars and surrounded by the absolute darkness of the night, in a silence so complete it deafens me and leaves me aghast.
Caught between a world of dreams and a world of reality in which I cannot find a place, I try to understand my identity, I try to understand what my heart desires, and I try to invent a world where I can live without trauma and without deception.
Searching for truth in lies and trying to conceal my feelings behind dead trees of complacency. I wander, disoriented, through the labyrinth of my dreams, which sometimes seem nightmares and at other times delightful visions.
My vanity makes me believe I can attain all that I desire, yet in truth, what I receive is always the opposite of what my heart longs to devour within itself. In vain I invoke the names of the deities of the night, struggling, weeping, and sobbing.
My voice fades into nothingness, into silence, into the torpor of my restless sleep. It was as if I could almost touch, almost grasp the emptiness with my hands, yet never gather the gems of my yearning.
Surrounded by the fleetingness of beauty and the decay of my yearning, I let myself go, I let myself go, I surrender completely to my desires, both carnal and spiritual. It is as if a mysticism had engulfed me, rendering my body immaterial.
Dazzled and dazed by the piercing brightness of the stars, I find myself in an immaterial realm, mystical and dripping with aesthetic lust and paroxysm of beauty.
I lie in anguish, in the decay of my very own shadow. I am not ashamed to express my wonder, for I regard it as a pure form of admiration and magnificence toward something my heart cannot even grasp.
Absolute despair in the heart of the night—it was but the fruit of my illusions and hallucinations. Silent, I stood like a marble statue, exposed to the harsh elements of a nocturnal storm.
Elisabetta -
On The Verge Of The Abyss
On the verge of the abyss
Having waited for the night to come and take me
My heart had beat for the last time
In vain I tried to exhume my dead memories
Nothing could have been done to save them
I was destined to doom and decay
Despair tore my clothes and left my body covered in bruisesOn the verge of my death
I was not capable of changing my fate
Everything had been planned by a mischievous fate
My heart collapsed under the spell of wicked deceptions
I had fallen captive to the dungeon of my desires
I was at the mercy of my instincts, and I surrendered to themSummoned by the silent force of the wind
I followed the call without hesitation or fear
My steps left no imprint on the ground
After the night had erased them completely
Shadows guided me on my path to darkness and defeat
So slow was my journey that I had no remembrances anymoreI was no longer a slave of others’ deception
I wasn’t available any longer to lend my heart to mortals
I became the wind and the night
I was transformed into darkness and solitude
An invisible creature of the twilightAnd there, on the edge of the forsaken realm of the void
I dissolved like morning haze into the eternity of forbidden dreams
I had no shape, no name and no sorrow to bear in my heart
There was only absolute silence bearing my crown of shadows
I was no longer a perishable mortal
I had become the abyss itself.
Elisabetta -
The Dungeon of Sadness
The dungeon of sadness was a trap of beauty and delight,
Luring dreams and visions to embark on a journey in its labyrinthine trails,
Until they were soaked in sorrow and grief,
Like dead leaves trapped in a swamp.A suffocating heft bore down, laden with despair,
Wrapping around like an overwhelming shroud.
The walls wept, their stone faces slick
With tears of ages long forgotten.A faint glow oozed through the fractures,
Not of longing but of some unearthly dread,
Casting shapes that jigged like phantoms,
Teasing the lost who wandered within.Corroded chains clung to the slammer’s bones,
Each link was an eerie monument to captive dreams.
The silence wailed louder than screams,
Like oppression depressing the weary senses.This labyrinth of grief and distress became a realm of nightmares,
Where there was no escape but only deception.
The sky became overcrowded with ominous clouds,
Which smothered all the luminaries striving to gleam through the gloom.A mist of languid sorrow and melancholy steered like a lugubre presage,
Hope was a fleeting spectre whose whispers drowned in the ocean of oblivion.
The mirror of torments reflected the anguish of each soul,
And all the joy and light were depleted in the dungeon of sadness.The maw of despair devoured the time,
And its beauty lay in the perfection of its torments,
Such a cruel art that was engraved in endless suffering dreams,
A lament that echoed eternally in the void.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
The Scent of Emptiness
The scent of emptiness swept through the hollow air like a deadly breeze,
A gust like a whisper, cold and bare,
It carried with it, faint and slow,
The scent of something lost long ago.It drifted through rooms, abandoned, still,
Through spaces void of life or will,
Where light no longer dared to creep,
And all that was left remained endless sleep.The walls once spoke of ardour and fire,
Of hearts alive with intense desires,
But now they crumbled, feeble and frail,
Their tales of love began to pale.The scent of emptiness, it clung,
A sorrow born of broken things unsung,
Of merriments lost, of fleeting days,
Of shadows in forgotten ways.What once was rich with scented blooms,
It now became a house of vacant rooms,
The echoes fainted, the aura so thin,
Wanderers felt the dark crawl deep within.A withered rose left in a vase,
Its petals were brown, devoid of grace,
However, still the scent of old remained,
A ghost of what it once contained.And as ghouls rambled through the dust,
They felt the weight of brittle rust,
The scent of emptiness, so sweet,
It pulled them closer and dragged their feet.It chilled the skin, it clawed the mind,
With memories cruel and unkind,
A fragrance of despair and fear,
That pulled the soul ever near.In every crevice, every fold,
The scent of emptiness grew bold,
It whispered through the cracks of time,
A lingering perfume of crime.For once, these halls were full of life,
Of joy, of pain, of love and strife,
Now, nothing stirred but silent dread,
Where every dream was long since dead.Yet something lingered in the gloom,
A presence watching from the room,
It smelled the sorrow on the breeze,
And watched as the shadows froze.And in this emptiness, so vast,
The present faded, the future’s past,
For nothing lives, and nothing dies,
In hollow rooms where silence lies.The scent of emptiness remained,
A haunting note, a whispered name,
And though the world outside may turn,
Inside, that scent will never burn.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
The Bride of Night
The bride of night hid beneath the veil of an endless night,
A castle loomed in the dying light,
Its spires clawing the storm-torn sky,
Where whispers of forgotten souls still cry.The moon, a phantom, pale and weak,
Hanged in the sky, too cold to speak,
Its silver gaze fell hard on stone,
Where shadows gathered, dark and alone.The wind it moaned through hollow halls,
Brushing against the ancient walls,
Each corner filled with a chilling dread,
A monument to the long-lost dead.Within, a figure roamed the gloom,
A spectre bound to eternal doom,
Her eyes, once bright, were hollowed now,
A crown of sorrow upon her brow.She wandered through forgotten rooms,
Her footsteps were lost in the echoing tombs,
Searching for a love long passed,
A memory that time could never cast.The candles flickered, faded, and died,
As shadows danced and serpents lay,
While silence reigned in its darkest form,
And dread became the only norm.In this castle, time froze still,
A kingdom lost to an ancient will,
Where love and hope had long decayed,
And only shadows in sorrow stayed.So here she lingered, bound by fate,
In this eternal, cursed estate,
The queen of grief, the bride of night,
Forever lost in endless blight.Her voice, a whisper carried by the wind,
Calls out for a lover that fate rescinded.
But the cold, dead halls returned no sound,
Only silence reigned supreme where grief was crowned.The raven watched from its perch on high,
A witness to the mournful sky,
While the castle walls decayed and broke,
As time devoured, all love’s mistakes.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
The Sunless Path
The Sunless Path
by Esther Elizabeth RacahThe sunless path stretched endlessly before her, winding through a barren landscape where no light dared to linger. The sun had long since abandoned the world, leaving behind only a thick, oppressive darkness that seemed to swallow everything in its wake. She had walked for what felt like an eternity, her footsteps echoing hollowly against the earth. Still, no matter how far she went, the scenery never changed. There were no landmarks, no signs of life—only the path and the void that surrounded it.
She could not remember when she had begun this journey along the sunless path, nor why. The memories of her past had faded into the shadows, blurred and distant as if they belonged to another world entirely. All that remained was the compulsion to keep moving forward, though she knew not where the path would lead. Each step felt heavier than the last, her legs trembling with the weight of an unseen burden. But to stop was unthinkable. The thought of standing still, of allowing the darkness to close in around her, filled her with a nameless dread.
The scent of damp earth and decay surrounded her as though the world itself was disintegrating beneath her steps. She breathed it in with each ragged gasp, and it settled like a stone in her lungs. The silence was absolute, broken only by the sound of her contrived breathing and the soft, relentless thud of her treads. There were no birds, no insects, no wind to stir the dead leaves that littered the ground. It was as though the world had been drained of all life, leaving her the only living soul in a place where life no longer belonged.
She had tried to turn back once, but the sunless path had twisted beneath her, warping into something unrecognisable. Her sense of direction had vanished, and the more she tried to retrace her steps, the further she seemed to stray from any semblance of escape. The path was a labyrinth with no end, a cruel trick played by forces she could not comprehend.
Despair gnawed at the edges of her mind, whispering to her that there was no destination, no salvation waiting at the end of the journey. She was trapped in an endless cycle, a prisoner of the sunless path and the darkness that clung to it. And so, she continued to walk, forever lost in the sunless void.