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: mysterious atmosphere
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Undisclosed Secrets
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Bearing The Yoke Of My Fate
Bearing the yoke of my fate
I strive to stand up in a reality of tears and screams
So often, I felt the overwhelming weight of my choices
As if the sky had fallen over me like an antique drape
And regrets swallow my heart, shattering it into piecesSo, I remained alone in an empty chamber furnished only by silence and darkness
And there I lingered, soaked in my hallucinations and sorrows
I lost the sense of time
I close my eyes, and I perceive the emptiness of existence
The past and the present blend like colours on a canvasI wonder what the sense of my life was and is
Is all the suffering worth it?
Can my tears wash away my pain?
It should be the time to lose control of rationality
As if I want to pretend that I have some sparkle of wisdom
Nevertheless, everything is vain, and everything will eventually be obliteratedBearing the yoke of my fate
I wander in the vastness of desolation and indifference
Should I have been dreaming all night, I knew not
Because I wasn’t awake or as well asleep
I only felt a sweet languor
I only felt a sharp and atrocious pain
Dragging me deep into the abyss of self-destruction
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My Ancient Books
My ancient books follow me wherever I go
Like loyal companions in my silent and solitary quest
They fill my imagination with wonder and delight, surrounding me with their dust of decaySurprised, but their magic capability to transform my life into a phantasmagorical realm
Where everything is possible, and every wish of mine is granted
I often gaze at them at night, and they leave in me a feeling of aweMy ancient books beckoned me into the realm of fantasy
Where I could embrace my frenzy and whims
And nonsense could have been the guiding force of my wisdomTheir pages concealed ancient arcana about sorcerers and witches, ghosts and shadows
Welcoming me into a world where time didn’t exist
And becoming gateways to lost worlds of imaginationUnder the pale moonlight piercing the veil of darkness in my chamber
I sank into a deep trance as though under the influence of a magic spell
And it seemed that each letter was bleeding like veins of ebony inkMy ancient books became secret crypts
Keeping their obsessive mysteries and enigmatic wisdom
While I couldn’t flee from their alluring and captivating magnetismI was not a reader anymore
I became a character in their stories and a tiny phantom trapped in their realm
And I got lost in the maze of knowledge and madnessMy name was carved on each page
And it felt as if the characters of my ancient books were calling out to me
While I was more confused than everForgotten by all
There was no memory of myself in the night sky
I fell into the abyss of ancient legendsThe fissures within my senses became blurry lines
I walked through infinite halls of cursed tales
As if there would never be tomorrowEvery word was echoing in my mind at the rhythm of my own heart
While every page overflowed with gloomy remembrances
Beguiling me still further into places where time is nullified and hope is voidThe ghostly company of nightmares and despair was all mine
Every time my soul blended with those haunting rhymes
And I became both a storyteller and a captive
Forever entangled in the immortal embrace of my ancient books.
Elisabetta