The Queen of Darkness lay on a bed made of dust of decay and fragments of dreams she had lost in the abyss of oblivion. Cast away from the ominous shadows of despair the moon manifested dismay hiding behind stormy clouds. While the stars glowed in vain, the feverish night captured their starlight. The creatures of every enchanted forest in the realm of dreams whispered hymns belonging to secret rituals. The nocturnal rain caressed the garden of sighs where the Queen of Darkness kept her most secret and vulnerable treasures, invisible to mortal sight. Whenever the eternal night granted a nightmarish desire to the Queen of Darkness, flowers cried shining pearls that she was preserving in a secret treasure chest underneath her mysterious garden. Wonders and marvels blossomed like precious blossoms in that splendid mesmerising realm whose inhabitants were creatures of the infinite obscurity. Elyse, the Queen of Darkness, spent entire nights reclusive in her fantastic castle, inhabited by spirits and ghosts from the Otherworld, who guided her through intricate quests of witchcraft and magic spells. Stardust and gloominess adorned the palace constantly illuminated by perpetual candles although darkness reigned all over the kingdom. The constant search for perfection fell into a snare in the instant Elyse made the acquaintance of the loss of all her treasures, which vanished into the emptiness. The despair and dismay captured her heart and she shed a flood of tears in the face of such a ghastly surprise. Moreover, the power of the Queen of Darkness became weaker and weaker, as if all the bad memories had taken over at that precise moment when Elyse had lost her hidden gems. What the fantastical fate of this fairy of the night might hold in store was largely unknown, yet the kingdom grew ever darker and more silent. The freezing winter had taken hold of this entire world of dreams and nightmares, and—alas—Elyse remained trapped in her castle, which was by then made of ice and thorny brambles. In that magical world, time no longer existed, and the only season was the freezing winter that had stolen away every trace of delights and sighs of joy. The night was there, watching, with the stars and the moon hiding behind an immensity of threatening clouds. Elyse, the Queen of Darkness, had also vanished, just as all her treasures and the flowers of her enchanted garden had disappeared. Everything seemed like chaos, and flowers of cold stone had sprung up everywhere in the kingdom. There was no end nor beginning now that the eternal oblivion had taken control of everything and nothing in the same way. And so it was that the legend of the Queen of Darkness became a phantasmagorical chimaera.
Elisabetta Esther
Tag: mystical fantasy
-
The Queen Of Darkness
-
In The Mystical Cavern
The mystical cavern of my dream was a mysterious, secret, candlelit haven where a magical altar stood as a marvel of enchantments and arcane knowledge. It was covered in a dark velvet cloth adorned with celestial patterns and held a glowing crystal ball, lit candles, ancient books, a skull, and a chalice. A very peculiar dwelling where I could take a glimpse of my desires burning like everlasting flames in my heart. I was surrounded by Asterion a mythical creature which was a large white-horned feathered dragon, looming gracefully over the table beside me. An ornate golden armillary sphere hung from above, alongside Aurelia, a translucent and glowing blue jellyfish floating near the little pond of dreams. Glowing white lotus flowers rested on the dark reflective water, which stretched into the misty depths of the cave. I could never have imagined that the existence of such a place could manifest itself, seeing as I suddenly found myself in the mystical cave. Asterion the dragon showed me my fate, including my expectations and delusions inside the glistening crystal sphere, which was spinning as if it were being gifted by an enigmatic power. From that moment on, I felt like a wave—part of an immense ocean, as if I was no longer ruling my own will and heart. All the golden candles flickered, and all the lotus flowers lit up as if some entity were controlling them. I felt simultaneously comforted and uneasy, as if I too were at the mercy of some dark power and unable to resist, given that all my fears had suddenly left me. In the mystical cavern, I felt at once defenceless and powerful—albeit with difficulty—and I had to turn my gaze upon my revealed fears. I felt the transience of my arduous destiny, fraught with hidden traps, while Aurelia the jellyfish hovered and swirled above me, beckoning me to face the perilous path that could be glimpsed in the distance. I was willing to abandon that otherworldly place to embark on a new adventure, unaware of the dangers that lay ahead, yet I was so overwhelmed by a sense of anguish that I could not bring myself to leave the place that was closest to my heart. I felt the intrinsic sensation of having become an ethereal creature of the mystical cavern and nothing any longer could determine my departure, not even the most impetuous longing. I was but a bizarre and evanescent unearthly being linked permanently to my beloved and very peculiar abode. The blue shining water of the occult pond let me read arcane rhymes linked to my fortune like extremely complicated riddles. Chaos and dizziness had overwhelmed me to the point of losing contact with my wisdom. In reality, there was no reality because fantasy was the only empirical evidence of my existence. I was not real. I was just one of the several wonders in that marvellous realm in the mystical cavern, where every dream and every nightmare took tangible form. And now more than ever I could drink from the chalice of oblivion and learn by heart every witchcraft and enchantment kept in archaic grimoires. There was no end of life. Everything transmuted into eternity and infinity. No anguish nor sorrow nor grief could have grabbed my heart again. Foremost oblivious delights in infinite dreams. Forever. In eternity.
Elisabetta Esther -
Extravagant Dreams
Extravagant dreams appeared like magnificent paintings of different natures, making me feel all those emotions I never felt in real life. I wondered what it would be possible to achieve in my marvellous fantasies. Nevertheless, I never realised in my entire existence what my fate wanted me to understand through prophecies and nightmares.
The antique clock struck each hour, while its pendulum swung relentlessly from side to side, echoing the inexorable passage of time, and inducing me to find my magic manuscript of phantasmagorias and peculiarities. In truth, I had the intention to cast a spell over the moon and the stars. My vanity allowed me to relinquish all control over my heart and I was finally able to see the chaos and power of my imagination.
Extravagant dreams became my secret treasures in the lonely nights whenever the clouds covered all the luminaries, hiding the moon in their soft gloominess. Every time I awakened in the middle of the night only to realise that there was no possibility to question the stars about my shadows and destiny. Since bedlam ruled my life, my heart knew no certitudes but an exigent desire to look at the swarthy face of the moon.
Majestic ravens were my loyal witnesses to my endless thirst for vengeance. Indeed, I so often dreamed of seeing justice appear in the shape of frightening ghouls as a gift to those entities that had mistreated me so badly. My awkward and extravagant dreams were constantly my guides, willing to soothe all my resentments and grief, which were huge burdens inside my heart like inextinguishable flames.
Silence didn’t succeed in pacifying all my trepidations, in fact, I was by then at the mercy of the tumultuous winds of an approaching storm. I couldn’t even listen properly to the echoes of my thoughts lingering in the emptiness of the night like withered flowers. Extravagant dreams were no longer my shadows following me everywhere, instead, there was only a bare landscape with no trees, just a few meadows and the dust of my memories which were not there with me anymore.
Elisabetta Esther