Undisclosed secrets were kept inside antique grimoires like precious jewels well preserved in inaccessible treasure chests. While I was insensitive to the gripping cold wind of the night surrounding me, I fell into a state of torpor maintaining an absolute stillness. Although I had no particular attitude of letting events overwhelm me, I could not resist the escalation of events my fate decided to divulge to me. Memories drifted slowly through my mind, weighing down my heart like burdens too heavy to bear. That excruciating pain that tormented the deepest recesses of my heart had never left me alone, not even during the deepest sleep. And it was precisely in the deepest darkness that I rediscovered my secret refuge of peace and solitude. No mortal who happened upon those enchanting books would have been able to find—let alone decipher—the undisclosed secrets I myself had inscribed in my magical grimoires. Night became eternal, and I had become a creature of darkness, shunning the prying eyes of humankind, with whom I no longer had any connection. Silently, I listened to the melody of the stars gleaming in the gloomy sky like everlasting flames. The sound of faraway bells evoked spirits that seemed like the shadows of my fears, which had not yet dissolved into nothingness. The anguish I felt plunged me into an ocean of unease and a peculiar kind of mourning that deprived me of all my desires. Those undisclosed secrets I tried to preserve were no longer where I had placed them in the form of arcane symbols; in fact, my grimoires had become blank-page books immersed in the emptiness of oblivion. My memories faded away afterwards as if I were a creature with no past, living in a wintry realm where time had been obliterated. Regrets and disappointments turned my heart to stone, and nothing could touch my sensitive inner self anymore—not even the bitter, permanent loss of my most cherished undisclosed secrets.
Elisabetta Esther
Tag: magical realism poetry
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Undisclosed Secrets
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Magic Sunsets
Magic sunsets manifested in the abyss of torpor and oblivion
While the ocean breeze stroked my hair in the unconsciousness of my slumber
Although I had relinquished the kingdom of shallowness and impermanence
I never settled for an adventure bound to rational manuscripts and shoddy fantasyI always dreamed of magic sunsets and enchanted castles
Mostly when the ancient clock of my secret mansion ticked each second of my life
It pressured me to advance and grab as much knowledge as I could
But each time I drank from the goblet of wisdom
Every memory would vanish away like tiny sand grains in the windIn vain I cried, and as desperate as I was, I evoked the spirits of that magical realm of sugary illusions and flaming roses
The magnificent sunlight greeted me each day without ceremonies
But only making my roses bloom like shimmering gems in every shade of orange and redBeneath sparkling magic sunsets, each lantern glimmered to chaperone me to the precious and beloved castle that was in front of me exactly as I had imagined it
The aura was full of exquisite flower scents whose petals were falling all over me like confetti raindrops
Orange quartz, citrine and carnelian adorned my hair under the shape of a fabulous crown, and tangerine flowers adorned my dressI could intentionally realise that I was no longer dreaming, being part of a marvellous world where dreams always came true, and happiness was spilling all over the realm
The enchantment of that fairy tale was so intense that I hadn’t even realised I was completely alone, save for the legendary creatures
No doubt or fear could touch me now that I was the sovereign of my world of wonders and odditiesWithout ever tearing my gaze away from the beauty of those magical sunsets that had transported me into my world of imprudence and frenzy, I finally embraced my bizarre and mysterious fate with its myriad of surprises and eternal marvel.
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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 castlesThe 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 flowersThe 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.
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Spells And Dreams
Spells and dreams livened the garden of the night
My words became ghosts, haunting me like tormenting nightmares
Even the frost of the winter night couldn’t have awakened me from my eternal slumberIndeed, I had fallen under the spell of a vicious enchantment
Magic ruled my existence, in the shape of books and arcane tales
I couldn’t avoid attending the alluring visitation that hypnotised me like a magic exhibitionDelightful flowers fell all over me, and my heart was filled with dazzling delight
The night dew doused all the captivating blossoms of my garden
Love would never perish within my heart, as I embodied my untamed passionsSpells and dreams visited every night of mine
They came in the guise of phantoms and demons, though they were not always nightmares
It was a surprising and astonishing fairy taleI slowly succumbed to the spirits’ enticing allure
For I was naïve and oblivious of the consequences
I let these haunting creatures follow me and enfold me with all their mightAnd even if it was mere foolishness, my fate was entangled with darkness and doom
I was strangely joyous about this bizarre and painful outcome
Merriment and wisdom faded away, supplanted by perils and follyI chose to devote myself entirely to a realm where my heart was all flames and storms
Where rose thorns pierced me with silent and merciless severity, like feathers of torment
This garden of mine was no longer a wonderlandAll the flowers had turned garnet
They drained life from my heart, and I grew weaker and weaker
I faded from my own folly, consumed by my desires and chasing meaningless longingsThe stars had already been eclipsed by the tempestuous sky
The shadow prevailed in a bleak and ominous stillness
I was surrounded by the fierce wraiths of gloom
Their indifferent gazes traced the collapse of my heart
And in deafening silence, I remained within my sorrow.
Elisabetta Esther