Waiting for my dreams to wither like dry flowers
Constantly sinking into the oblivion of sadness and dizziness
Unaware of what could happen to my soul
Having lost every hope to save my dreams
Finding my sweet haven in my darkest grief
Slowly avoiding thinking and surrendering to the course of my vicious fate
I let the ocean waves swallow me into the chasms of unconsciousness
To avoid seeing the reflection of my memories in mirrors of shady dismay
The silence of the night lulled me to a deep slumber where I finally could feel peace and gaiety
My idle heart became a frozen stone full of sand and dust
Whilst I wandered in the desolate forest of my fears
Waiting for my dreams to be my only consolation
For I was aware of the evanescence of the stars gleaming in the night sky
Indeed, every single anguish of mine became a tiny leaf that the cold breeze lifted away from my gaze
So quickly was flowing my existence like a tumultuous river that I lost the sense of time
And I remained therefore languid in a garden without flowers or trees
A garden of darkness and shadows where no mortal could find me
My foremost hideaway in which I could flee the hideous threats from the world of reality
I didn’t pay attention to the consequences of my enchanted illusions
Dread and cynicism accompanied me at every step as unwelcome and unavoidable guests
Secrets were locked within me and only nonsense was guiding me in the eternal gloom of my seclusion
In vain I strove to reach out to the moonlight
Nevertheless, I had been cast away too far
Surrounded by nothing but loneliness and bleakness
I was left crying tears made of madness and turmoil.
Elisabetta Esther
Tag: moon
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Waiting For My Dreams
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The Abyss Of Desolation And Affliction
The abyss of desolation and affliction appeared to me in a dream.
I could not tell if it was a hallucination
or some malevolent spirit that had caught me
in the torpor of my nightly slumber.Spectres appeared to me, agile and winged,
Their claws etched marks upon my skin,
As if to inscribe arcane messages
Beyond my mortal grasp to decode.
The moon shone bright and awe-inspiring above,
An eternal night enveloped all,
Where swirling clouds danced,
A solemn escort to those shadowy phantoms.Figures cloaked in hidden mantles and hoods,
As if unwilling to reveal their names,
Lay inert along a river—
At times, it was a still pond, and at times, it was a shimmering lagoon.I felt a weight of oppression and annihilation,
As if all my feelings and desires
Had been obliterated in the presence
Of such a bleak and haunting landscape.I could not feel joy or enthusiasm
At the very moment I realised
That the slightest hope might be mistaken for illusion,
Denying me the grace to surrender
To my senses, to my subconscious.I walked with uncertain steps,
So unsteady was the path before me.
No clear horizon met my gaze,
Only shadows stretching into the unknown.Having firmly shut the doors of the past,
I had renounced all that belonged to that world,
Memories included — or at least I tried to deny them.
Yet certain ghosts of old, like skeletons risen from nightmares,
Pursued me wherever I went,
With steady, relentless steps.
And I, breath held tight,
Sought refuge in that realm of shadowy spirits.Monsters of a time long lost,
They watched me slyly from their hiding places,
Plotting behind my back a possible attack,
A grasp for power, as if I were a helpless creature,
Ready to fall into their claws.
But truly, I knew well that my heart belonged to myself,
And no one nor nothing could taint it
With their corruption and decay.
Elisabetta -
Gilded Illusions
Gilded illusions visited my dreams
In the eternal night that enveloped me like a diaphanous veil
I lingered far from every mortal sight
In my dwelling made of stars and dreamsThe moon was bleeding silver onto withered blossoms
And I was a phantom wandering through chambers carved from bone
Among candles that wept in crystal flocks
While silence deepened in this dark dungeon of memoriesEerie whispers of the dead rose from broken mirrors
From each cracked and gloomy surface emerged a spirit of the past
Their hearts were cold and hollow for their ancient dismay
And their anguish echoed until the stars of the night firmamentWhenever I aimed to reach for the stars
They disappeared into the emptiness
Leaving me alone in my despair and decay
While the striking of time split the silence like a bladeNo hesitation could help me to reacquire my wisdom
I knew that I had lost my freedom to embrace a life of madness and turmoil
Nothing could have altered this realm of death and decadence
Every divine bliss was destroyed by my fateI belonged to the realm of dust and decay
I was reduced to following the darkness
The more I wept, the tighter drew the chains of my bondage
All my gilded illusions faded away in the voidSurrounded by the hollowness of dilapidated sarcophagi
I heard lullabies of sorrow that hovered like ghouls
Shadows long departed from the realm of life
They waited to converge on the abyss of the underworldMy chains transformed into silver and gold serpents
They became my guardians in this surreal world ruled by illusion and deception
Crowded by hissing ghosts and perpetual twilight
And in this sublime dejection, I found my refuge.
Elisabetta -
Sadness And Longings
Sadness and longings waited for me to return to my nocturnal slumber. Whenever I fell into Morpheus’s embrace, surrounded by shadows and silence, I discovered a new realm of deception and darkness.
Fear and doubts chained me to an existence of emptiness. Time devoured my hopes, and all my delights were destroyed by the storm of oblivion.
I wandered endlessly through the forest of illusions but could not grasp their ephemeral beauty.Each dream I dared to explore turned into ashes and I had become a captive of my own desires, shrouded in the velvet of sorrow and despair. I fled from humankind, seeking solace in solitude. But serenity became a minacious ghoul feeding upon my thoughts.
My sorrow had become too heavy to behold, and I grew exhausted. I was aware that I couldn’t find any tranquillity inside myself. Throughout my miserable existence, I had been drawn to torches whose fire had burned and bruised me.
Sadness and longings were devouring my bleeding heart like famished monsters. I fell lifeless on the cold soil in the middle of the wilderness. I couldn’t find any will to live and I no longer knew what I was.
I lay among the withered roots of dead trees, cradled by a ground that knew my distress too well. The moon scrutinised me with distant apathy, an insensitive witness to my decadence. Not a single echo resounded my name, not even the wind dared unsettle my quiescence.
I was no longer a real creature or a soul but a doomed shadow. A forgotten rhyme in a poem never uttered. I surrendered to the sleep where no dream could deceive me, and no memory could stab me again.
My heart was sealed in the hush of eternity. Sadness and longings no longer belonged to me. I was finally free from all anguish, and I could hover like a shadow in the night, surrounded by bleeding roses and dark clouds.
Elisabetta -
Elegy Of The Withered Roses
Elegy of the withered roses was one of the hymns carved on my book of dreams
Every time I opened it to flee the reality around me, I found myself in another world
A realm of solace and delight but also with dreadful and disquieting hues
Confused and dazzled, I began to proceed on my walk to the fountain of knowledge
The more I wanted to know, the more I was convinced to know lessMy struggle to understand the mystery beyond a legend so dear to me was overwhelmed by the fear of oblivion
As soon as I desired to open the books, decay trapped me in a state of affliction
And nightmares hunted me like prey, wherever I was, in the garden of desolation
What I’ve never seen before appeared in the mirror of my fate
The truth hurt me like a dagger inside my bleeding heartThe doom of desolation and solitude tainted every delight of mine
Although I was fleeing the reality, I couldn’t find any haven where to rest in peace
Sombre clouds overcrowded the night sky, obliterating all the stars
And the moon emerged immense in her startling splendour
As she was chanting the elegy of the withered rosesI couldn’t understand if the shrieks I was hearing were groans of mockery or laments of sorrow
All I could see was shadows embedded in the roots of dead trees
Twisting like tortured souls in the abyss of perpetual despair
Because after all, every dream of mine was a nightmare In the luminous hush of night
Since my heart was just an imperfect relic of impetuous stormsNothing more could have been mended
The rift between the realm of nightmares and longings had outgrown
My castle of hopes and illusions had crumbled to pieces
Its towers dissolved into mist, and its gates were devoured by stillness
I stood in my loneliness surrounded by the debris and clutching dreams that were turned to dust
As if sorrow itself had rewritten the fabric of my heart.
Elisabetta -
The Magnificent Abyss
The magnificent abyss of infinite darkness
Was my blissful place where I could embrace my inner chaos
Given that I loved to embrace my own darkness and I always will
While sorrow made me become a creature of the shadowsIndeed, my soul sought the shadows of the night
My heart was fed with nightmares and anguish
Despair was my greatest comfort and companion
Since I was an ethereal entity made of dust of decayNo mirror could reflect my image
So much infinite I was inside myself
So many fragments were part of my heart
I was an infinite multitude of beings in a world that never existedSublime wonders blossomed around me
Beneath the shining moon that accompanied the sun
Everything was glimmering in all its splendour
I was magic and so was the realm where I was livingThe moon and the sun were my devoted cohorts
They guided me in my journey through darkness
I became a creature made of light and shadow
In the magnificent abyss of infinite bewildermentThe endless night embraced me softly
Because I was both darkness and sunshine
Shining glitters of beauty fell all over me
And I faded into the ominous voidAs glowing, fleeting stars vanished in the eternal night
So did I disappear, only to reappear forevermore
And I drifted through phantasmagorical realms
Where every dream of mine became realityI became a whisper in the storm and an inextinguishable flame in the twilight
The magnificent abyss was my dwelling
Where chaos and quietness coexisted togetherIn an endless dance of glare and dusk
I discovered both my demise and my endless obsessions
I became a foolish paradox and wild creature of the night
A magic witch and ethereal fairy flying everywhere with beautiful wings made of stardust.
Elisabetta -
My Heart Is Made Of Ink
My heart is made of ink and blood
My heart is made of fantasy and dreams
Surreal place of celestial beauty and stars
An enigmatic and impenetrable domainA realm where thoughts are tangled in fragile webs
And spectral creatures swirl beneath the silvery light of forsaken moons
While silent winds carry tales from ancient fables
Under a sky brushed with infinite huesIn this realm, I am both adrift and entwined
My heart is bound to the ink that flows through my veins
My entire body is blooming like a flower of rhymes
Where verses unfurl from my petals and thornsA world tempest of emotions surges in my heart
Crumbling my essence into the dust of decay
Carving elegies upon the hollow firmament
Where no stars are allowed to shineThe constellation of startling stars dissolves into the abyss of emptiness
The obscure chasm that stretches in front of me
Alluring me in its terrifying emptiness to swallow my soul
While letters are dripping from my fingers like midnight raindropsI became part of the eternity of the abyssal night
I am no longer bound by shapes or names,
I dissolve into the void of eternity,
Like a tiny snowflake lost in the stillness of oblivionMy desires are fading into the marrow of the darkness
Within the silence, mysterious secrets are engraved in the bones of dreadful shadows
And unspoken ballads are waiting to be unconcealed
An inextinguishable flame is burning and flickering within the core of twilightI am drowning in the deep abysm
Although even in the most profound darkness, ink still flows like blood from my heart
And my insolent utterances burn against the void
A ghostly glimmer where stars once shoneMy heart is made of ink and darkness
My heart is a requiem of dreams and sorrows
A secret alcove veiled by the mist of silent elegies.
Elisabetta -
The Storm of Fire
The storm of fire and water overcame the stillness of the night,
Beneath a sky overcrowded with clouds and fire,
A magnificent spectacle beyond every imagination,
In the midst of the infinite emptiness.Darkness ruled this phantasmagorical realm of fantasy and reality,
Where illusions and deception became the only reality,
In a play of light and shadow beyond the visible world.Decadent longings blossomed like dead flowers,
Waiting to be obliterated by the fallacious gleam of decayed stars,
While every hope withered like smoke in the void,
In the ephemeral realm of fleeting lusts and desires.Solitude and a melancholic nostalgia made sombre the sky,
Where the moon wept silver tears upon the world of reality,
Veiled by mantles of ash and forsaken sighs,
lighting a requiem for dreams long buried.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
Dreadful Dreams
Dreadful dreams in darkness brewed,
The world outside in silence stewed.
A chill hung thick as whispers weaved,
Through hollow halls, where none believed.A castle loomed, its walls decayed,
Where time had stopped and light delayed.
Through labyrinths that none had known,
They wandered there, each one alone.Figures rose from meadows like thorns,
With eyes that bled and voices steeped,
In sorrows long since left unsaid,
Now, pulling dreamers to the dead.Dreadful dreams, where shadows crept,
Beneath their lids, no restful sleep.
The night grew cold, the visions swayed,
In twisted forms, the mind was betrayed.No way to flee, no path to run,
For night devoured every sun.
The walls grew impenetrable, the air was poison,
And trapped everyone in an endless prison.In the silence, whispers of fright,
Haunted souls wander, lost from sight.
Each gust a toil, each step a plight,
As darkness consumed every fading light.Dreadful dreams, where mirrors cracked,
And whispers from the void slammed.
A thousand clouds lost in space,
All seeking what they couldn’t chase.Souls entwined with endless fear,
Never to wake, forever near.
The moon, once full, was now cracked and pale,
Its silver light began to fail.And as the fading shades crept,
The dreamers into silence wept.
The night consumed all hopes and screams,
And left them bound to dreadful dreams.Dreadful dreams wandered like shades of night,
Whispered softly beneath dark skies.
Each dwelling became a fearsome sight,
As shadows moved in the dimming light.Desires entwined with seizing dread,
Wandering everywhere, but hope had fled.
Each secret carried tales of woe,
As spectres flickered, fast and slow.In the gloom, no spark remained,
No bright memory could have been preserved.
The dreamers sought the light once more,
But shadows beckoned from the shore.Dreadful dreams chased every fleeting glow,
Finding themselves in depths below.
With every instant, the darkness grew,
A truth obscured, a world askew.
Esther Elizabeth Racah -
Silent Lamentations
Silent lamentations pleaded the night sky,
Once, no hope could have been secured in the valley of hollowness and death.
Lurking beneath the horizon, the stars complied with each illusion,
Far away from the trees of wisdom and consciousness.In this forsaken realm where darkness swallowed all the light,
The land lay silently barren, touched by neither dawn nor night.
The moon, a waning spectre in the vault of gloom,
Drifted above ancient ruins, where stillness was taken for granted.Amidst the skeletal remains of what once was alive,
The whispers of despair through the cold wind contrived.
Every rustle of the leaves, every sigh of the wind,
Recounted forgotten tales and unfulfilled pleas.The shadows stretched beyond, their shapes entangled with the mist,
Draping in the memories of those who still were resilient.
Their voices mirrored faintly, like relics of a dream,
Lost in the chasm where no hope dared to gleam.In this valley of despair where time itself was motionless,
The night sky’s silent lamentations fell gently, a reflection of a frigid blizzard.
Stars that once were loyal guides through the darkened night
With time, they became spectral remnants swallowed by the blight.In this void of silent cries, no delight could have been found,
An eerie trance of glooms cast no consoling sound.
Archaic trees, gnarled and twisted, stood as silent guardians of woe,
Their branches narrated fairytales of sorrow and decay that only the dark could have known.Beneath this veil of endless night and desolate atmosphere,
Longings were but a distant memory, lost in infinite despair.
In the senseless embrace of the abyss where dimness lay in wait,
The night sky grieved for dreams that could never have been escaped,
Forgotten tales and unfulfilled supplications.
Esther Elizabeth Racah