The twilight of ruin decayed among shadows
A magnificent graveyard of dreams and desires
I had to die many times in order to live again
Terrifying statues were starring to me
Their eyes made of thorns carved sorrow on my face
They were the guardians I had buried inside my heart
The dry tree branches were sharp claws trying to clasp me
Their elongated roots reached my gown
Dragging me impetuously towards the secret underworld
As if death reclaimed me as its precious possession
And that stillness so soft and pale was a spell for my final demise
I knew immediately that I was languidly dying
I was a belonging of the realm of death
An eternal flame of doom burned inside my heart
I became an immortal creature of darkness
A dark fairy flying over the garden of withered roses
No passions could be reanimated since they faded away
Blue and grey hues of melancholy tinted my dress
I felt a fabulous and decadent flower of the night
I lived an existence of perpetual night and decay
I loved my seclusion and loneliness beneath a gloomy and cloud sky
Shadows and ghosts were my loyal companions
The blades of the rose thorns made me bleed,
kissing my lips
The exquisite scent of coffins lingered in the gloom
I was free and ethereal, like the crimson petal of a rose
I was not anymore afraid to lose everything once was my belongings
I was dead and bound to the eternal realm of nothingness
Devoted and loyal to my grief and anguish, I was married to the dark, eternal hush
The echoes of the dead alive clung to me like mourning veils
And I danced, lost beneath the indifferent gaze of the moon at the twilight of ruin.
Elisabetta
