Haunting dreams devoured my mind during my tormented nights
When the wind didn’t pass through my hair
And the only sound I could hear was the whisper of the black roses entwined with my hair
My gaze was staring at the moonless night sky
Hoping for some star to appear before me
But I was alone while wandering in the dark forest of my nightmares
Where no creature or spirit emerged in the thick mist of darkness
As soon as the moon arose from behind dark clouds
Its pale glimmer stroked my face like petals of roses
I felt the shadows surround me while dancing like phantoms
They touched my gown with their icy claws
The tragedy of my existence manifested into a dark fantasy
Decadence became my castle of gloomy phantasmagoria
Desolation became my alcove where I felt dearly cherished
I fell in love with my hallucinations
Trembling with lust and desire despite their gloomy embrace
Every trace of wisdom had parted from me
I had drunk from the goblet of insanity and amnesia
I was finally a creature of the realm of haunting dreams
Protected in my eternal slumber, I felt secure
The infinity belonged to me and I was destined to never perish
Whimsical was my mood and mutable like the wind in the springtime
Fear didn’t belong to me anymore because I was a part of this macabre kingdom of chimaeras
Not even my name dared to echo in that sacred silence
I now dwelled as a requiem in the ravine of eternity
I was cradled by gloominess and crowned by illusion
I was no longer alive in my haunting dreams
A bloom in oblivion and a ghost in the grave of forgotten stars
Eclipsed by my own dark fantasies, I vanished into the hymn of endless dusk.
Elisabetta