Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: magical realm

  • 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

  • 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

  • Magic Sunsets

    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 fantasy

    I 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 wind

    In 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 red

    Beneath 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 dress

    I 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 oddities

    Without 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.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • Sparkling Darkness

    Sparkling Darkness

    Sparkling Darkness ruled the realm of the night
    Whenever the shadows whispered in the night
    Unveiling secrets like little shining gems
    While the moon was glimmering in the sky inhabited by spirits and stars
    Surrounded by clouds and hazy images
    Magnificence made every flower bloom in the secrecy of the night
    Only when the mystery was enlightened by candles for those who dared to venture into the kingdom of chimaeras and enigmas
    Where nothing could have been revealed effortlessly in the daylight to mortal sights

    I was proceeding with an unsteady step as I felt the sparkling darkness opening the path to me, with flying dragons chaperoning me at the magic light of lanterns
    The delightful flowers I encountered brightened like glistening luminaries that captivated me with their exquisite scent and unique beauty
    Enchanted castles and precious gems were not just visions but the manifestation of my extravagant dreams
    I have become the queen of this supernatural and bewitching realm that came into existence from my nocturnal imaginations
    Every desire I have always coveted dearly became tangible as my fantasy had transformed into reality

    In this infinite darkness of my cherished dreams, nothing was impossible, and my extraordinary fate never ceased to surprise me
    There was no uncertainty nor fear in this world of mine, where I could feel safe and protected
    Gargoyles made of ancient stone came to life to breathe magic and infinity
    While the cool breeze of the night softly stroked my long hair, enfolding me like a delicate shawl made of lace and tulle
    The sparkling darkness that bore fear for the ordinary mortals had become my secret haven, where nobody could ever have found me
    Invisible as I was to the human gaze, but visible to the mythical creatures attending my journey

    And therein I remained, as I was embodying the darkness and the night
    Unknown was my future since my dazed destiny had paved intricate routes for me to traverse
    Like in an endless journey where I was embracing every pristine and bizarre novelty
    There was more to come and nothing to fear any longer
    Because there was no beginning or end anymore.
    Elisabetta Esther

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