Spells and enchantments in the middle of the night awakened me in an ancient forest where time seemed to have frozen and marvels bloomed at each moment. In the realm of fantastic fairy tales, magic was an ordinary manifestation of a reality that was but a magnificent illusion. Quietly the nocturnal wind soothed me to sleep while I could sense the exquisite perfume of mesmerising flowers. No fears or anguishes could ever touch my mind in the world of spells and enchantments. Sparkling starlight could never reach that enchanted forest where only candlelight was allowed to glow besides the shimmering cauldron always brewing. Hypnotising whispers and ravens’ melodies seemed to reveal themselves as arcane truths and occult nursery rhymes. A witch seemed to materialise like a sudden impetuous storm at midnight; she began to utter secret spells and enchantments collected in her many grimoires. I perceived the chimerical nature of that moment, as if I had become an ethereal and metaphysical creature myself as well. Once and for all I swallowed the magic potion from the witch’s cauldron and I forgot my past in a permanent act of obliterating my ominous memories. With the utmost enthusiasm, I embraced my transformation into a creature made of darkness and witchcraft. My countenance had changed, and I looked exactly like the witch; I might have realised I had metamorphosed into a witch myself, forsaking my human nature. No obsolete dismay could have been a minacious threat to me now that the reign of spells and enchantments had claimed me as its own. No sorrows or fears could have let me fall into the abyss of despair because no grief could any longer have overwhelmed my heart. Only wonders and marvels looked after me for I was an immortal sorceress destined for the most exquisite dreams and delights. Everything was perfect bliss, and the night of spells and enchantments had become everlasting.
Elisabetta Esther
Tag: mystical dreams
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Spells And Enchantments
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The Spell In The Mirror
The spell in the mirror made me step further back into the dark corners of my dilapidated dwelling, where echoes of my heart’s emptiness reverberated. No matter how much I tried to flee my bitter memories, I could find no refuge in that dwelling that should have protected me; instead, I fled into the unknown of the ancient oak forest—a dark place, yet more reassuring than other places that were too bitter for my heart. The night never left my side as I kept wandering aimlessly without a particular intention or destination. I felt the gelid blizzard surrounding me without hesitation, forcing me to find my haven inside a mysterious cave, where a lantern illuminated my surroundings. Extravagant visions kept me from falling into a deep sleep, like bewitching chimaeras. I could not avoid passing through a magical portal unknown to me and crossing the threshold into a wondrous world that filled me with awe and stupor. It was as if a burning desire overwhelmed my senses and heart, and all my wishes had transformed into magnificent flowers, whose exquisite perfume extended throughout that enchanted realm. The sun appeared in the middle of the night as to greet the stars hiding behind gloomy clouds, and the twilight was altered by the constant sunshine, making the realm glimmer like a treasure chest filled with splendid gems. The spell in the mirror had invited me to a world, which belonged only to me and was invisible to humankind. I was surprised by the peculiar beauty of that realm, hidden behind that magic mirror adorned with enchantments. I suddenly perceived that the surroundings were made of luxury furniture, and I gave a curious glance at a dark ornate desk holding a glass perfume bottle, beautiful roses, the ornate mirror and an armillary sphere, which resembled a model of celestial spheres. A black cat was resting on a stack of books by the window, and gazing out at the skyline, it whispered to me some arcane poetry. Meanwhile, I was admiring a large arched window looking out over a gothic city with spires and towers beneath the gaze of a theatrical sunset and a glowing moon. Certainly, I could not resist looking at some antique books where I did find the story of my life together with all the descriptions of my dreams and my trepidations; just like my predefined fate wanted to let me know that there was no possibility of changing the events that would have happened in the future. My very name was engraved on the richly adorned cover of every volume, which resembled a bewitched grimoire. The feline companion approached me as if I were a dear friend from a past life. An absolute silence descended all over the gloomy gothic chamber and I felt more than ever that I had become just one of the several evanescent chimaeras visiting my own dreams. The spell in the mirror was but a chaotic enigma in the infinite abyss of darkness and dreams.
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The Magic Foggy Night
The magic foggy night became my night of dreams and fantastical visions. A bright, cloudy full moon stirred delightful emotions in my heart, cherishing a marvellous melancholy and sordid dismay. My attention was astonished by the sight of a stack of weathered antique books illuminated by a flamboyant candle beside a shining brass armillary sphere. The magic foggy night didn’t reveal its secrets, so I tried to talk to an esoteric book with celestial motifs, asking questions about that mysterious wisdom I was not supposed to know. As I proceeded in my questionable quest, I caught sight of a glowing glass lantern, while a solitary black raven perched on the weathered stone balcony railing amid climbing ivy. In solitude, I was resolute enough to disclose every aspect of my bizarre fate, which never failed to surprise me. As long as the magic foggy night made my imagination more unpredictable and hectic, it caused me to lose my ability to be comforted by my slumbering rest. Many doubts crossed my mind uncomfortably as I gasped uneasily whenever I realised that all I was glimpsing was a pristine daydream. It seemed that beauty was an ephemeral manifestation of my evanescent dreams. For too long I let my expectations fall into the abyss of decay, and in vain I waited for an impetuous storm to invite me into another realm. Nevertheless, the blemishes in my heart became engraved truths, which were too harsh to endure as I became more aware of the desolation of my existence. The magic foggy night had made me acquainted with nocturnal creatures and forbidden knowledge at the sight of splendour and magnificence. Alas, so abruptly time had passed, and oblivion claimed all those treasures, which hitherto had been my cherished belongings. Therefore, my flamboyant candle with the shining brass armillary sphere and weathered antique occult books together with the glowing glass lantern faded away into the void of the gloomy night. The solitary black raven flew high up into the sky until it lay beside the glistering stars. All that remained to be seen was the withered ivy and some relics of my whispers of despair. The magic foggy night had been just an illusion; a dream that didn’t accompany me for as long as I wished. The night’s deception was but an evanescence, vanishing into the darkness and leaving behind nothing but the bitter remembrance of a resplendence that had never truly been mine.
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The Silence Of The Night
The silence of the night made me travel till the end of the material worlds
Where I lost my direction and purpose in life without hesitation
I began my journey to the ethereal and idyllic realm of phantoms and elegiac mirage
I fell over and over again for I was unaware of my path made of sharp stones and brambles drawing my attention
Withered roses and arcane trees surrounded me under the shape of precious acquaintances
While I could see castles in the air floating like ephemeral flowers’ petalsThe silence of the night lulled me to the brink of a deep slumber made of delusional chimaeras and phantasmagorias
So soothing was the melody of the nocturnal birds hovering in the forest
So sweet was the exquisite scent of extravagant blossoms in the magic meadows
Where I was lingering with all my laziness willing to lose my ability for discernment
Indulging in desires and imagination
My mind began quietly to be inclined toward hesitation
Lost in the chaotic shenanigans of my doubts and fearsEnchantments and witchcraft blossomed under the shape of occult grimoires, scarlet roses, and magic lanterns
Which surrounded me with their glimmers and shadows
While crystal hourglasses and iridescent sand marked the passage of my time in that fairy-tale world
Where even compasses lost all sense of direction
In that extraordinary aura of mysterious wonders and inexplicable visions
Crows and ravens flew around the sparkling moon
Singing hymns to the majestic nightThe cold waft of the darkness struck me
Not yet able to wake me up from my profound slumber
Since no compass was able to guide me in that topsy-turvy mystery
Which had become a part of me and haunted the chasms of my imaginings
At last, I had altered the silence of the night into a delirious stupor of wild dreams and spellbinding adventures.
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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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The Shadows Of My Dreams
The shadows of my dreams vanished in the emptiness of the night when silence dared to whisper obstreperous secrets.
So much I coveted to let my fantasy free and untamed that I was willing to let the night sky overwhelm me with its mysterious beauty and fearlessness.
An enchanted castle was my invisible dwelling where I could play hide and seek with the stars. At the same time, the silver moonlight shone through the crystal chandelier of my empty house.
The light hid behind the dark shadows, and everything seemed more blurred and phantasmagorical
The further my imagination travelled, the greater was the confusion that ruled my heart, and finally I was finding leisure while obscured by magnificent clouds
It seemed to live in the realm of dreams and illusions with no quest for a destination, and no interest in a time-bound domain of decrees
Time had fallen into oblivion, and nonsense became wisdom, for I was no longer obliged to follow the restrictions of shallow humans
I was the ruler, and I allowed myself to surrender to the shadows of my dreams as if I were unaware of any consequences
A realm made of shadows and dreams had become my cherished abode where I could sense protection and immortality
No mortal could harm me anymore or spoil my treasured dreams because I had by then become out of their reach
Could I have endured those ephemeral circumstances? I knew not, since I had chosen to live in obliviousness to immerse myself in the ocean of bliss
The night was a valley of tranquillity, and the silence encouraged me to overcome my fear of being unsteady
Unquestionably, unsteadiness had become my inevitability, and the infinity of the night’s darkness welcomed me in its majestic embrace, full of the shadows of dreams.
Elisabetta Esther