Phantoms and dreams were my devoted cronies wherever I was wandering in the darkest hours of the night feeling overwhelmed by ignominious remembrances collected in the world ruled by the evilness of the mortals. For so long, I tried to erase the images my mind pictured for epochs, never doubting my wisdom, even as I stood at the edge of the abyss of oblivion, where everything was lost and vanished into emptiness. Phantoms and dreams followed my perilous path made of traps and betrayals in the disguise of uncontroversial circumstances. No stars could be glimpsed from my point of observation, hence I wandered in dizziness and chaos, since my loyal phantom friends were not capable of signalling me the proper direction. A timeless silence fell all over the gloomy forest like a noiseless symphony that induced me to fall into a deep slumber. A sequence of instants passed swiftly, like a sudden storm, and I found myself nowhere. The more I was aimlessly wandering, the more my mind was filled with nothingness and chaos. It seemed to me to have been losing all that I owned, all at once, and I felt like an empty seashell filled with seawater and sand. All of a sudden I felt seaweed wrapping me up like a marine creature ready to explore the deepest abysses of the oceanic realm. Loneliness no longer took advantage of me because my phantoms and dreams had metamorphosed into magnificent and phantasmagoric chimaeras. At last, all the pangs and anguishes had left my heart, and nothing could have perturbed that state of peaceful bliss, which I discovered in my delightful nightmares. Phantoms and dreams had been replaced by mysterious ghouls and eerie nightmares. Nothing could have awakened me; not even the silver moonlight sparkling over me; not even the glimmering starlight shining in the night sky; for I had become the infinite darkness; eternally.
Elisabetta Esther
Tag: gothic beauty
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Phantoms And Dreams
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The Eternal Mourning
The eternal mourning ruled through the mist,
Where an eerie chapel stood,
In barren lands of forgotten names,
Its windows wept with shattered glass,
As time drifted by, yet never passed.The bell, once vibrant, was now silent and cold,
But it echoed faintly with lingering souls,
Who wandered through this hallowed ground,
In silence where no peace could have been found.The graves, untended, cracked and bare,
Hold names erased by time’s cruel air,
And ivy crawled like fingers cold,
Around the stones where death took hold.A shadow moved among the tombs,
A bride in black with eyes like moons,
Her veil, a shroud of endless grief,
Her heart was forever without relief.She searched for the one she had lost,
Her love was consumed by death’s harsh frost.
In this eternal mourning, with every step, the earth sighed low,
A dirge for those who’ll never know.Her tears fell softly on the stone,
For here she walked, forever alone,
Bound to this mournful, endless night,
A ghost within the pale moonlight.No prayers will ever reach this land so cursed,
No love reborn, no life reversed,
And as she trod this path of sorrow,
A journey where the sun will never greet tomorrow.The chapel whispered of faded vows,
Of love turned ash beneath the boughs.
A raven perched on a cross,
A silent watcher of her loss.She lingered where the shadows crept,
In search of dreams that death will forever keep,
Eternally bound, her heart enchained,
A ghost of the dark profaned.The roses, once red, became black as night,
Their petals crushed beneath her flight.
In endless circles, she will roam,
This graveyard of her heart, her home.The stars were blind, the moon had fled,
For in this eternal mourning, the living walked with the dead.
And she, a bride without a groom,
Wandered still through this eternal gloom.
Esther Elizabeth Racah