Phantasmagoric fantasies were my kingdom of infinity and eternity
A divine refuge where I could fly freely like a fairy
Whenever the storms of fear and dismay came upon me
I craved love and devotion like a thirsty blossom seeking the rain
Nevertheless, what I could find were relics of forgotten treasures and vessels of mystery
Silence was the only sound I could hear during my lonely and endless nights
My beating heart was full of spells and illusions, trying to fill the void with silly desires
Although I had whispered my secrets to the luminaries glimmering in the night firmament
I could listen to the time ticking as it slipped like heavy raindrops
The flickering candlelight kept me warm while my heart sank in the gelid ocean of sorrow
For I was exiled to an evanescent world
Where everything was ephemeral and illusory
As much as I clung to false hopes, nowhere was destined to ever become my beloved secluded niche
For I was fated to wander evermore without any guidance or aim
Quaffing arcane potions, I fed my soul with darkness and fire
Perceiving my slow descent into the chasm of oblivion
I became a fierce sorceress willing to face any kind of hazard
Lost lyrics echoed in my mind as if they were fragments of my memories
The suspense of my fragility made me shiver like a delicate flower under the touch of a frosty wind
I got lost in phantasmagoric fantasies woven in my dreams
For I was a dream myself, mesmerised by the beauty of my own imagination
Shunning the bitter truth that my broken mirrors insisted on revealing to me
I had always been made of illusions, even though my broken heart persisted in loving chimaeras and ghosts, sinking into the infinite abyss of nothingness.
Elisabetta Esther