Beneath the light of a candle
I hid all my sorrows
My crying out loud was the epitome of my shadows
Lying on the wooden soil of my dark chamber
I could listen to the delightful sound of raindrops
My heart had been broken in myriad moments
And I could see it hovering in the sky
Painting the wallpaper with crimson hues
The scent of dragon’s blood incense enveloped me in a thick cloud
I could allow myself to follow my foolish illusions
They have always kept me on the verge of madness
A relentless turmoil would have emptied me endlessly
Fragmenting my soul and transforming it into stardust
I had fallen victim to my own tragedy
Even though I have eluded the burden of grief
All the most beautiful blossoms of my garden had withered
Flowered meadows transformed into a hollow valley of tears and withered rose petals
I had lost all my dearest treasures and a spell was cast over my erratic fate
Crimson and dark shadows were confining me in my infernal dwelling
Haunted by dark memories and vicious obsessions
Where I couldn’t find a sparkle of love and hope
I might have been allowed to see my relentless crypt
There she stood so magnificent and exquisite
A monument to my witlessness and folly
Beneath the light of a candle
I had vanished anonymously
Only glooms and clouds were grieving for me
Under a sky made of glass and pearls
At nightfall
When chimaeras and ghouls gathered
As soon as the moon summoned them
Therefore I had become a creature of the otherworld
A realm of perpetual twilight and wilted leaves
Where wisdom had forever been obliterated
And silence sealed the portal to mortal sight.
Elisabetta Esther
Tag: night visions
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Beneath The Light Of A Candle
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Seeking Dreams
Seeking dreams in nowhere on a winter night with no stars but only a mystical fog and gloomy clouds. Not even a bird was flying in the leaden and dark sky. Only the clouds were gazing at me like curious observers, and the wind whispered legends of despair to me.
I signed and dreamed of ocean floors paved with diamonds and stars. I fantasised about mermaids lost in submerged islands, and snow-capped waterfalls on remote cliffs. Time faded away when I was dreaming. Not even the impetuous cold rain could distract me from my nightdreaming.
Foolishness never abandoned me, while I was consumed by my passionate longings, which brought me to the edge of the universe. Wonderful darkness enticed me, and I summoned my own demons and spirits, surrounded by exquisite midnight flowers.
Folly and wisdom accompanied me in my everlasting journey to a netherworld descent. Though I have visited heavens and abysses, boundless valleys and inaccessible mountains, I have always ended up at the very same point of origin, namely my archaic abyss of despair.
Seeking dreams in nowhere on a frosty night with no glimmering lights but only a ghostly haze and dismal shadows. No living creature crept close to me, but only wraiths and eerie ghouls, which kept following me in every abode and realm I dwelled in.
I foresaw my decay and the obliteration of all my dreams that I had sought for so long in vain. Drowning in the emptiness and losing my heart, became a nightmare of mine under the shape of an incubus visiting my slumber. Arcane verses, evoking a magic spell, were engraved on my soul.
Scarlet flowers adorned my hair that flowed on my face, while my tears of sorrow soaked the frozen soil. Nightmares and thorns poisoned my never-ending nights, tainting the sky with chaos. Numbed and mesmerised by swirling griefs that never hesitated to tarnish my keenness, I softly succumbed to my unavoidable demise.
While seeking dreams, I harboured enemies in my soul, fooling myself with obsessions that left indelible marks in my senses. I had to renounce being myself and let the darkness swallow all my desires. In a realm of liminality, I was cast away and compelled to endure agony.
Abandoned in my dismay, I found no solace. I metamorphosed into sorrow. I became what I had feared the most, the very thing that had damaged my heart. I ended up in loneliness and turmoil, seeing my own reflection staring back at me in fractured and disfigured mirrors.
Elisabetta Esther -
The Cemetery Of Fairies
The cemetery of fairies
lay before me
In all its solemnity
and hidden silence,
where I sought refuge
In my usual nocturnal flight
from the nightmares—
those sovereigns
of my heart.Lay before me
In all its solemnity
and hidden silence,
where I sought refuge
In my usual nocturnal flight
from the nightmares—
those sovereigns
of my heart.Star dust was falling over me
like a midnight rain
In a winter storm,
cold and glimmering,
silent as a magic spell,
settling upon my hair
like an ethereal veil
woven from arcane secrets.A shroud of solitude wrapped around me
like a protective barrier,
rendering me invisible to others—
And yet, at the same time,
It made me a prisoner
of a realm I could no longer resist belonging to.The pain I had always felt—
It was like a kind of splinter
pierced into my heart,
one to which I had grown numb and accustomed.
So many sorrows had scattered
across my brief existence,
leaving no trace among mortals,
like a tiny, insignificant creature
adrift in an immense ocean
of infinite, scattered universes—
unconnected, and forgotten.My silence was heavy with resentment,
disillusionment, despair, and utter isolation.
I stood within the cemetery of fairies—
not the fairies of storybooks,
But the ones who embodied my abandoned dreams,
shattered and buried
In a vast expanse I called a graveyard,
Though in truth it existed only within my imagination.
The scene before me was grim and mournful,
for it mirrored my shadowed soul—
a soul steeped in torment
and numbed by the weight of impossibility,
numbed by the stark realisation
that I would never reach
those long-yearned-for desires
that had once set my heart alight.Sweet should have been the tender memories of my life—
Yet I called them the ghosts of the past,
for they haunted and tormented my sleep,
filling my nights with unrest.
In those troubled hours,
My heart was relentlessly torn apart
by the spears of demons
Who, with dreadful solemnity,
invaded my chamber unbidden.
Elisabetta