My tainted longings blossomed from the nocturnal obsessions that sought me in the mystery of darkness.
I was a haunted creature living in a realm of oblivion and decay, feeding myself on otherworldly longing
The havoc within my heart had turned me sharply to agony and darkness. My melancholic unsaid words had become my delicate descent.
My wounded heart suffered silently in darkness like a relentless everlasting flame. A myriad of shadows enclosed me as if they were the souls of burnt flowers.
In this decadent realm, I was the only spell-casting enchantress, so much so that I dared to fantasise that every dream of mine had become a haunting obsession.
I was feeling utterly bewitched, willing to allure whoever crossed my path in the forest of despair and broken hearts.
I had lost my innocence centuries ago, when the stars still showed only their pure, divine sparkle, for now my tainted and fragmenting soul was cast away by the very stars I had loved so tenderly.
My tears melted the frosty soil into a swamp of gloom and dust, my only cherished refuge where I could paint crimson roses and pitch-black ravens.
I had been crowned the queen of ghouls in my phantasmagoria, where multitudes of shadows sought to surround me in endless ways.
What I had been offered was a treasure chest filled with arcane secrets and stardust. I belonged to the kingdom of oblivion and ghastliness.
I could hear the idle wails of souls who had endured torments as severe as relentless thorns.
I belonged to the void, and I had been forsaken by my fate. I was drowning in the infinite ocean of nothingness, and it seemed as if I had never been born.
And that’s how I turned into a restless shadow, among the endless expanses of emptiness.
Elisabetta Esther
