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.
Elisabetta Esther
Tag: haunting atmosphere
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A Dismal Obscurity
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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.
Elisabetta Esther -
Spellbound And Intoxicated
Spellbound and intoxicated
I wandered in a wild forest
Inhabited by ghosts
Not of dead hearts
But of the doomed and forgotten onesTheir voices were sighs in the trees
Their eyes gleamed in the moss
And their sorrow dripped
From the petals of midnight flowers
Like poisonous nectar to feed the enemiesI wandered while sensing the memory’s weight
Adorned with spider webs
Against yesterday’s wind
Regret clung to my lips
Like the ghost of a kissThe forest did not frighten me
It welcomed me
It claimed me
It taught me the arcane
Secrets of those who linger
Between momentsAnd so I remained
Spellbound and intoxicated
A ghost among ghosts
Forever wandering
Where the living dare not dreamMy bleeding heart
Just a stone
My tortured body
A survivor of wicked spells
Absolute silence, a cordial companionWho was I?
What had I become?
I couldn’t find peace
Not even for an instant
I was devoured by a sense of anguishDistress and fear bit me
With their sharp teeth
Like daggers piercing my flesh
I was stabbed by an invisible misery
Which turned me into the representation of decadenceThey called me the suffering spirit
Sighing and crying
I was a river of sorrow
Perceiving the invisible and intangible realm
I had never felt so confusedDetached from mortal reality
I strived to fly to my peaceful dreams
So I did let my unconsciousness drive me Wherever my imagination could wander far awayWas I allowed to dream?
I could not know
I will never know
So unstable, timeless and spaceless place
Where destruction ruled over everythingSelf-destruction was my ruler
I never met careless happiness
In my miserable existence
Nightmares welcomed me
In their ethereal world Spellbound and intoxicated
I was just the shadow of myself
A mere illusion.
Elisabetta -
Drifting Away
drifting away into nothingness
into the total self-destruction
not caring about the reality anymore
letting the oblivion swallow me
until nothing remains but only my name carved on a cold stonedrowning deeply into the abyss of death
where I will not be anything anymore
not even memories will be left
just some rhyme in the realm of dreams and decayfearless desires could never be lit up like inextinguishable flames
but only frozen feelings were ruling the realm of my dreamsthe garden of my lust and passions became a desert
where weeds of indifference grew like majestic trees
trees of obliviousness and shallownessall my devotion and cherished treasures of love were destroyed by the ominous fire of betrayal
leaving me a crashed flower with no vital signs
just a dead flower on the cruel soil made of artificial adorationIt’s just like a broken doll without impulse and lymph
left alone to starve the love she really needed
ready to be devoured by the void like she never existeddrifting away into the valley of death and obliteration
glad to have disappeared forever
with regrets and remorses cling to me like Ivya cruel wind spoils my heart, breaking it into pieces
leaving me senseless, like buried alive in a trap of disloyaltysurrendering to my defeat, I let death ruin me
becoming fragments of stars
fading away from the world of hypocrisy and diseasesmy screams were just too silent to be heard
my heartbeats stopped permanently
nothing anymore was the same
in a garden of decay and cruelty
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
The Anguish of the Night
The anguish of the night descended softly like a dreadful rain,
On the valley of solitude and decay where doom held its domain.Wonders and death were all there waiting for the definitive end,
While the stars grieved for aborted dreams that were never meant to be.Trust was fractured into thousands of fragments,
Like a broken mirror in the middle of a dark chamber.The disclosed longings of a life already gone were kept secret,
Inside a treasure chest in the abyss of the dream world.Feelings of melancholy and sorrow overwhelmed the frozen midnight,
Transforming into a gloomy haze, making trembling every blossom.In every secret garden of roses, the only light allowed to penetrate was the moonlight,
At the dreary sound of ghosts swirling in an eerie dance.Faraway from the brutal reality, the stars gleamed an invisible pale blue light,
In a firmament crowded with clouds and nightmares.Longings and clouds entangled like tales of forgotten despair,
Cherished treasures vanished into the gloomy and tranquil aura.Everything was trapped in the grasp of the midnight’s wintry clasp,
While spectres lingered, haunting memories no dawn could ever have obliterated.In the hollow abyss of the misty vale, ancient trees wept alone,
Their gnarled branches twisted like distress cast in weathered stone.The winds bore laments, carrying enigmas from times of oblivion,
Each note became a mourning hymn, a dirge too exquisite to last.An owl hooted softly from a distant, forsaken tower,
Its cry was a reminder of life’s fleeting, fragile power.Every petal quivered under the weight of forfeited hopes and fears,
Dripping with the morning dew that consorted with unseen tears.Beneath this grave night’s sorrowful veil, even phantoms wept,
While faded spirits drifted, tethered to dreams they could not abide
Under the spell of the anguish of the night.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
Evanescent Chimaeras
Evanescent chimaeras were fragile,
Like sand castles destroyed by violent tides,
In the darkness of the night,
Beneath a starless night sky.Lores of lost longings were engraved,
On every dead leaf intoxicated by the blizzard.
Fragments of ancient sorrow lingered,
Frozen in the gusts of a restless wind.Shadows stretched like fractured dreams,
And the moon hid behind a veil of despair.
Broken mirrors reflected hollow trees,
Where ephemeral wraiths appeared and faded.Their mournful cries dissolved in silence,
Carried away to oblivion’s edge.
Serpentine branches clawed at the void,
Yearning for passions that they had never known.While flowers shuddered in the frozen earth,
Guarding secrets buried deep and cold.
The realm was endowed with the burden of grief,
Each sigh was a flake of a dying flame.Evanescent chimaeras became crystal gems,
Sparkling in the night’s relentless embrace.
A dance of glares and glooms unfolded to disquiet the nighttime,
In a subliminal fantasy of folly and beauty.Time seemed to wither away,
And every sigh was a dreadful lamentation.
The sky, an ink-stained canvas torn asunder,
Seemed to bleed darkness from unseen wounds.Stars were but distant memories, fading,
Like whispers of lost souls slipping into voids.
Wails echoed through the cold stillness,
Like ghostly hymns sung for a dying world.Mournful notes wrapped around this realm,
Magic disintegrations obliterated every little light that remained.
Phantoms wandered aimlessly through the haze,
Their translucent forms trembled in the cold.They traced forgotten paths along the dusk,
In search of places that no longer existed.
In the chasm of that haunted silence,
Evanescent chimaeras turned to dust once more,
Scattered by the wind, forever vanished.Their fleeting dance was a requiem for the lost,
An elegy woven into the night’s black shroud.
And as the reality slowly succumbed to oblivion,
Only despair and sorrow remained.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
Fright and Horror
Fright and horror ruled the night,
Within that house of crumbling stone,
Where shadows swirled with dread and fright,
And chilling whispers, all alone.The hearth, once warm, now cold and still,
Had seen the darkened spirits roam,
Their blast a chill, their presence ill,
Made mortal hearts a haunted home.In faded tapestries of old,
Where spectral eyes gazed from their frame,
Fright and horror did unfold,
Their stare was a harbinger of shame.Through moonlit panes and misty gloom,
A figure roamed with spectral grace,
Its eyes aglow, a foreboding doom,
Its silent steps a grim embrace.Fright and horror held their sway,
As echoes moaned through hollow halls,
Where time and dread had lost their way,
And shadows clung to ancient walls.In every scrape, in every groan,
A tale of fear was sharply drawn,
Where once was light, now dark is sown,
And glimmer’s truth is nearly gone.A portrait hung of mournful hue,
Its subject lost, a fate unknown,
Fright and horror to the few
Who dared to tread where spirits sobbed.The house, now left in deep darkness,
Tales of its terror plagued,
Panic and anguish in restless sleep,
Tormented the realm where darkness ruled.Fright and horror wove their spell,
In labyrinths of endless gloom,
Where every corner hid a legend
Of sorrow sealed within each chamber.No light could pierce the shrouded veil,
No sound could chase the spectral dread,
Since in its chasms, the horror has passed
Bounding every soul that dared be led.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
The Mirror Of Astral Woe
In the mirror of astral woe,
Reflections of the soul did show.
Not faces, but the shadows of thoughts,
Woven into a cosmic knot.Each glance revealed a spectral tale,
Of existence where truths turned frail.
The mirror’s surface, a gateway to fears,
Where the self was lost in forgotten years.Through its glass, the void stared,
Revealing the soul’s deepest despair.
Each reflection was a whisper of the infinite,
A gaze into the abyss, where darkness split.The mirror reflected not what was seen,
But the essence of what might have been.
In its depths, the astral realm’s sorrow grew,
A mirror to the soul’s darkest view.In the shadowy realms it held,
Unspoken dreams and fears rebelled.
Each fleeting vision, a ghostly parade,
Of regrets and desires that never faded.Through the silken haze of the mirror’s sheen,
Spectres of what was, what might have been,
Danced in the void, where shadows spun,
A spectral waltz, where past and future ran.The mirror’s surface shimmered with cosmic light,
Reflecting the pain of eternal nights.
In its glass, the truth lay bare,
A portrait of despair woven with care.Lost souls wandered in its depths,
Seeking solace in forgotten dreams.
The mirror of astral woe, an oracle of desires unfulfilled,
Showed the fractured longings, forever stilled.Each glance through its surface revealed,
A truth too hostile to be concealed.
The mirror, a portal to endless regret,
Held the sighs of desires unmet.In its heart, the astral woe persisted,
A reflection of the soul’s dreams, twisted.
Each vision was a lamentation’s cry,
A whisper of the self, destined to die.The mirror’s glance, both cold and cynical,
Showed reflections both dark and whimsical.
In its depths, where illusions lay,
Reflected the tears that never dried.The mirror of astral woe, an endless scroll,
Revealed the fragments of fractured dreams.
In its depths, where every glimmer faded,
The mirror revealed secrets never laid.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
The Silent Abyss
The silent abyss,
Beneath the crumbling skies, where shadows laugh in fractured tones,
A void swells with silence, choking on forgotten echoes of time.
The winds howl, though unheard, their voices twisted with the lost,
Cacophonous yet mute—an unsettling hymn of invisible despair.
Jagged whispers scatter like broken glass across the emptiness,
Shards of forgotten yesterdays, falling endlessly into the silent abyss,
A place without a name, without memory, only a hungry void.Silent echoes gnaw on the bones of shattered dreams,
Feeding unseen monsters that slither between cracks in the dark,
Their secrets are stitched into the fabric of nothingness,
A quilt of dread that wraps around the spine of the universe.
Veins of night bleed into the endless well, blacker than black,
Twisting into spirals that strangle the unseen heart of the void,
Claws of forgotten fears dig deep—ripping the night apart.What slumbers beneath? What breathes this doom unseen?
Chained stars scream without sound, swallowed by the silent abyss,
Where time dissolves like dust, and silence wears a crown of shadows.
Endless, the abyss yawns—hungry, forgotten, an ancient mouth,
Devouring each heartbeat in the stillness of an ever-bleeding night,
A silence that consumes, that gnaws, that seethes in quiet wrath,
Never-ending, never seen, yet forever within, a secret curse.Here lies the world unmade, cradled in dark oblivion,
A place where no light dares enter, where only the abyss reigns,
Silent and eternal, stretching out its tendrils unseen,
The silent abyss,
As it devours, devours, devours all that remains.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
The Shattered Mirror
The shattered mirror reflected in a room where shadows blended,
A mirror that was laid with cracks that had torn,
Its fractured glass reflected the gloom,
The sorrows of an empty and desolate room.Each shard had been a fragment of despair,
A thousand eyes that had never stared,
Their stories had been lost in time’s cruel twist,
A reflection of what had been missed.The gelid air pressed, tight and thin,
As if the night itself might spin,
The glass trembled, cracked, and shrieked,
A haunting of forgotten lies.Mystery had been seen within the shards so frail,
Where ghosts of dreams had not sailed,
A broken past, a fractured sight,
In a mirror that showed secrets that had been true.The shattered mirror shimmered with a ghostly light,
Reflecting sinister shadows in the night,
Each fragment held a glimpse of disdain,
A shattered tale that would not remain.The room was filled with spectral sighs,
As the mirror’s shards revealed betrayal,
The dreams that had shattered long ago,
In that room where sorrow had grown.The darkness wrapped around the glass,
A ghostly shroud as moments had passed,
In the mirror’s fractured face,
Lay a haunted, desolate space.The room grew colder, steeped in the past,
Where whispers of anguish were cast,
Each piece of glass held a mournful tune,
A requiem for a forsaken moon.Through the fractures, shadows wept,
Silent sorrows forever kept,
The reflection of what once was clear,
Now lost in a realm of devilish fear.Time’s passage had left a mark so deep,
Where phantoms of memories had silently crept,
The mirror’s shards, each one steeped in regret,
Had borne witness to the dreams unmet.In the stillness, where echoes had wailed,
A tale of sorrow, a ghostly veil,
And as the night had taken its final breath,
The mirror’s silence had spoken of death.
Esther Elizabeth Racah