Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: Gothic Poetry

  • The Sun Of Dismay

    The Sun Of Dismay

    The Sun of dismay irradiated its glowing rays of light all over me, as if I were not aware enough of my cruel fate. I wish I could have escaped from that hostile destiny, but I was bound to it by an eternal oath.

    My sighs and tears could not arrest that tragic scenario poised to, all of a sudden, dismiss the totality of my most cherished dreams. Not even the nighttime legends and fairy tales could divert my attention.

    The nocturnal echoes of the barn owls and nightjars interrupted my silent contemplation, every time I stared at the moon from my balcony adorned with ancient finds and magical manuscripts.

    Beyond the horizon, I was not able to catch sight of anything else but my dreadful fears that filled my heart with a bitter anguish. And suddenly a freezing wind rose, freezing all the mirrors of my antique mansion.

    The Sun of dismay didn’t appear anymore since the day I had decided to fall in love with my regrets and solitude. Nevertheless, far away, cast away from my memories, an obsolete shadow kept haunting the peaceful realm of my thoughts.

    No candle dared to illuminate the darkness that dwelled in my realm of nightmares and oddities. My reflection in broken mirrors made me perceive that I was an evanescent hologram of my own imagination.

    Was all that real or just a dream? A rocambolesque confusion suddenly struck me like a purely casual event. Surreal was everything I ever dreamed of and mostly the suspense of my bizarre fate.

    My invisibility was my strength and the loneliness swarming around me tempted me to surrender to every hesitation of mine, even when the Sun of dismay persisted in materialising like an unexpected ghost.

    All my wishes vanished and they were replaced by restlessness in the shape of ghouls wandering in the endless labyrinth of my chance, where destiny and randomness became indistinguishable.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • Teardrops In The Desert

    Teardrops In The Desert

    Teardrops in the desert of chaos and vulnerability were striking my face while the imperious sun was staring at me with its searing light, on the verge of overwhelming me.

    The long summer nights allowed me to indulge in extravagant fantasies since I had always been fond of dreams and rainbows. But, nevertheless, I couldn’t help myself from finding the right direction.

    The sun gave its place to the luminaries of the firmament, and I could perceive the feeble light of a lantern far away floating in the enchanted forest of my impossible dreams.

    I became a shadow of the night and I could see the stars in their eyes, as if I were their celestial companion in the lonely nightfall. Teardrops in the desert metamorphosed into sighs and whispers in the deepest night of my life.

    Without hesitation, I was tempted to embrace the chaos which was embedded in my heart, now that every delusional longing had departed from my dwelling. Hence, I strove for a stance on my fate, but I couldn’t see anything in my crystal ball.

    Even the tarot cards refused to spell the truth, although I had interrogated them so many times as the number of stars. My hymns had been cast away from me as punishment for my quest to obtain that certitude that I never acquired.

    Teardrops in the desert beneath my beloved moon flew like impetuous rivers at the sight of the twilight. Might I have been a brilliant star or a shy planet, I knew not. All I knew inside my heart was the sensation of a precarious destiny.

    As invisible as I became and as untouchable as I pretended to be, I melted in the forest of thoughts and fears as an untamed creature of my own realm made of fantastic dreams and fancy illusions.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • The Silence Of The Night

    The Silence Of The Night

    The silence of the night made me travel till the end of the material worlds
    Where I lost my direction and purpose in life without hesitation
    I began my journey to the ethereal and idyllic realm of phantoms and elegiac mirage
    I fell over and over again for I was unaware of my path made of sharp stones and brambles drawing my attention
    Withered roses and arcane trees surrounded me under the shape of precious acquaintances
    While I could see castles in the air floating like ephemeral flowers’ petals

    The silence of the night lulled me to the brink of a deep slumber made of delusional chimaeras and phantasmagorias
    So soothing was the melody of the nocturnal birds hovering in the forest
    So sweet was the exquisite scent of extravagant blossoms in the magic meadows
    Where I was lingering with all my laziness willing to lose my ability for discernment
    Indulging in desires and imagination
    My mind began quietly to be inclined toward hesitation
    Lost in the chaotic shenanigans of my doubts and fears

    Enchantments and witchcraft blossomed under the shape of occult grimoires, scarlet roses, and magic lanterns
    Which surrounded me with their glimmers and shadows
    While crystal hourglasses and iridescent sand marked the passage of my time in that fairy-tale world
    Where even compasses lost all sense of direction
    In that extraordinary aura of mysterious wonders and inexplicable visions
    Crows and ravens flew around the sparkling moon
    Singing hymns to the majestic night

    The cold waft of the darkness struck me
    Not yet able to wake me up from my profound slumber
    Since no compass was able to guide me in that topsy-turvy mystery
    Which had become a part of me and haunted the chasms of my imaginings
    At last, I had altered the silence of the night into a delirious stupor of wild dreams and spellbinding adventures.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • The Kingdom Of Eternal Twilight

    The Kingdom Of Eternal Twilight

    The kingdom of eternal twilight appeared like an exquisite chimaera
    My fantastic secret realm belonged only to forgotten legends
    For centuries and epochs, it was just a dream
    However, whenever it was, it manifested as a tangible creature of my fantasies
    Always crowded with crimson roses and skies that no mortal painter could ever imitate

    The kingdom of eternal twilight was extremely tangible in all its absurdity
    Every lantern illuminated a promise rather than a path
    And every flower bloomed with memories that no longer belonged to me
    But to oblivion
    Each crimson rose released gems of wisdom under the shape of glimmering stars
    Since the day they had never belonged to any living soul
    Their petals shimmered like fragments of remote sunsets
    While ethereal clouds carried arcane prophecies

    The kingdom of eternal twilight manifested in all its magnificence
    Every dream of mine did let me discover magic gardens and enchanted meadows
    It was an outlandish realm with magnificent castles
    Where behind each gothic archway there was not another room
    But an abyss of enigmas and unattainable dreams
    Which had patiently awaited to epitomise delights and nightmares for centuries

    I discovered mysterious labyrinths where scarlet birds sang forsaken hymns beneath trees adorned with silver leaves
    A marvellous unicorn emerged from the mist, crowned with branches of golden flowers
    Then, they silently gazed into my eyes as though I were an old acquaintance since eternity
    I followed their trail through an emerald maze where countless fountains reflected impossible constellations
    At the centre of those mesmerised surroundings, I found a magic fountain surrounded by stone flowers
    Somehow, it seemed to me that that bizarre place had been waiting for me hereafter

    Perhaps the kingdom of eternal twilight had never belonged to my dreams
    Maybe my dreams had always belonged to it
    Or possibly I had always belonged to my dreams and never to myself.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • Time Slipped Like Sand

    Time Slipped Like Sand

    Time slipped like sand in the ocean
    Silence amplified my thoughts
    I got lost
    Wandering endlessly in a quest for forgetfulness and balderdash
    Since the day I surrendered to chaos and oddities
    I’ve never realised the intention of my fate
    Without any concern about my purposes

    Whenever I looked at the sky there was always something missing inside my heart
    Maybe it was
    Perhaps it was not
    Or would I have been destined to oblivion?
    Confused while I was tasting the bitter nectar of awareness
    I didn’t pay any attention to my pathway

    That I was lost I knew not
    All I could perceive was the sight of a crimson aura all around me and a prosperous garden of splendid crimson roses
    Ravens and crows were flying all around me together with magnificent butterflies

    Time slipped like sand
    And there was no mirror where I could see an image of myself
    It was like my countenance was invisible to every silver surface
    Nonetheless, my real delight relied on the trepidation of my slumber
    During which I strove to touch the stars while I was vexed by the gloomy clouds

    Abruptly the mysterious songs of nocturnal birds woke me up
    Did I know where I was?
    I believe not and it didn’t even matter to me
    The foremost commodity was that the time slipped like sand in the emptiness
    I had forgotten the voices of anthropoids and their shadows didn’t bother me anymore
    Fortunately for me

    I was fortunate to discover that I had got lost in the wilderness of my dreams
    Indeed, I didn’t need to follow any path any longer
    For I was now more than ever unburdened from both my past and my future
    The candles of expectation had gone out
    The sparkles of desires and love had been swallowed by the night that whispered my name no more.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • Wandering In Oblivion

    Wandering In Oblivion

    Wandering in oblivion with the certitude in my heart that I belonged more to my afflictions than to my desires
    I knew not where my fate was taking me
    The only inevitability I couldn’t avoid was my obsessive quest to follow my dreams
    My fantastic world was all I demanded so impulsively
    And that everlasting flame was glowing intensely into my heart

    I felt betrayed by the time and all the previous events that dragged me into the pit of anguish
    It was real as much as I was breathing, and I couldn’t prevent being overwhelmed
    A huge imaginary mountain was on my chest, for I didn’t realise I had brought such huge exhaustion over and over again for a considerable time, too many times
    Lost and deluded, I chose seclusion as a way to bear that overflowing burden

    So far I wandered that I got lost in mazes and forests, for I was seeking pursuits and chances
    Even though I knew there was no compass guiding me in the infinite darkness of the nights I spent in dizziness and confusion
    Bitter was the dismay that distressed my heart in the loneliest journey of my existence
    Whenever I searched for comfort, I only found sparse, few and far-between hopes for a spark of delight

    The sunlight became bright and dark, creating shadows all over my path, while the moon advanced with pride as the queen of the long nights when my slumber was trembling with fear of the unknown. At last, I could hear the silence whispering presages and tales. Hence, there I was, lonely in my frailty and chaos, never ready for new adventures whilst wandering in oblivion and suspense. I had forgotten all my bygone remembrances as well as my name and my most cherished dreams.

    As long as the moon shone alongside the stars, I could make wishes that shattered at the mountain’s peak. But all fell silent, and I remained in my castle, admiring the splendid panorama before me.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • Under Dreams And Enchantments

    Under Dreams And Enchantments

    Under spells and enchantments
    In nightmares I lived my nighttimes
    Surrounded by withered roses
    Dreaming of castles in the aether

    I wandered endlessly in the forest of the realm of oddities and wonders
    Wishing to find the secrets of wisdom and foolishness
    Although I knew that there was no certainty in this perilous path
    Being my fate an ocean of obscure surprises

    Invisible shadows whispered my name and announced my future ventures
    Beautiful ravens followed me like faithful and devoted companions
    And beyond my imagination, that fantastical world manifested in all its frightful marvels

    Under spells and enchantments
    I knew not who I really was
    Surrounded by stone flowers and magic lanterns
    Dreaming of flying dragons beneath the purple moonlight

    Delighted by the company of ancient books and candles
    I embarked on my own journey of knowledge and nonsense
    For I felt a creature of the infinite night
    Devil-may-care, I walked through forsaken aisles in decadent castles

    I felt a tiny speck in an endless infinity
    While admiring the magnificent landscapes the night was offering me
    Beneath a night sky adorned with stars and clouds
    Mesmerised by magic mirrors and crimson roses

    I couldn’t have imagined that I was able to transcend the reality that had limited my fantasy for so long
    But there I was
    Me and my enchanted dreams
    At last
    Under spells and enchantments
    In my own realm of fantasy
    A deliberate victim of my own illusions

    Previously, I had lingered endlessly in the grey zone of hopes and sorrows
    However, I decided to embrace a new transformation
    Detaching from all my previous versions of myself
    Nevermore watching back

    Forever longing for marvellous castles floating in the air in my garden of crimson roses and arcane trees
    Faraway from the abyss of nothingness
    Evermore under spells and enchantments.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • The Shadows Of My Dreams

    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.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • A Spectacular Mirage

    A Spectacular Mirage

    A spectacular mirage manifested before my eyes in a torrid night of discomforts
    Everywhere there was a scalding haze made of phantomatic dreams and delighting chimaeras
    Never a doubt caught me while a storm of nightmares was brewing over the night sky
    And everything was just darkness and infinity

    I only needed to lose myself to discover my real self
    So many times I have climbed insurmountable heights to realise that I had metamorphosed into something totally different
    Like an ethereal shape that would change incessantly without abeyance
    Each time desiring something new

    The different windows of my life had shut and opened
    Disclosing a multitude of scenarios and dreamland
    The sun had conquered me while the moon hid viciously behind a blanket of spectacular stars
    Majestic dreams had always overwhelmed my heart, and I found myself in an ocean of tears and anguish

    Wandering into the forest of bliss and delight
    I had lost myself permanently
    As if I were unable to think and keep sparkles of wisdom in my treasure chest
    Everything was darkness
    Nothing was translucent
    No aid would have reached me in that mayhem
    Every part of my body and heart could feel the great tragedy of existence

    Dreaming of isles and oceans where nothing had sense
    Nor even desiring
    I could feel myself flimsy like a tiny flower carried away by the winds
    At the mercy of the winds and raging storms
    I wandered in confusion, traversing kingdoms and labyrinths
    In a way, I was detached from my longings, and I was eager to embrace new realms and visions

    A spectacular mirage awaited me beyond the shadows of the night sky
    As an enchantment ready to cast a mysterious spell over me
    Not taking care of any concern, I resigned myself to my fate.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • Phantasmagoric Castles

    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 castles

    The 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 flowers

    The 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

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