Dreams and tears, in an age when night knew no end
I dreamed while crying, my tears dissolving into faint shadows
I was a sorceress obsessed with arcane spells and crimson flowers
I was the most mysterious and elusive blossom in the garden of the eternal night
Where I envisioned extravagant fantasies and alluring chimaeras
I had become overwhelmed by darkness and obsessions
My longings morphed into moths and ravenous incubi
My obsessions consumed me in their dim realm of allure and doom
I lay bare upon the damp and frozen earth
Powerless as I was before the immensity of an ocean of nonsense and decadence
Secluded in my alcove of turmoil, I passed my nights surrounded by nightmares
Born to be the prey of my own folly
When petals of frenzy pierced me like tiny thorns of despair
Opening the portal to an obscure realm whose knowledge dazzled me permanently
I was shattered and not inclined to see my own reflection in mirrors
I felt the full consequence of my anguish on my chest
As if a passionate spectre rested viciously upon my body
While the snow caressed me, as if it were its purpose to soothe my languid soul
My tears never left my face, descending onto the frozen soil and creating flowers of fire and darkness
The crimson moon cast faint glimmers across the night sky
Amid the chaos, the luminaries emerged in the shape of sparkling gems
And the firmament echoed my name through the stygian abyss
Suddenly, sulfurous and gloomy clouds concealed all the stars, enveloping the night in absolute murkiness
All my dreams were burnt, and their ashes were buried beneath a gravestone
I became infinite, and nothingness as well, surrounded by fiery flowers and garnet gems
The everlasting flame within my heart was untamed and eager, like a feral creature
And the night penetrated me utterly, a vicious presence of darkness.
Elisabetta Esther