Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: occult poetry

  • Burnt Flowers

    Burnt Flowers

    Burnt flowers became ashes of anguish and despair
    Within a realm full of wonders and sorrow
    Snowflakes were melting into blood and fire
    In the liminal space between night and day
    Where the fury of storms encounters the peace of graveyards
    And the only melody I could hear was a funereal fanfare
    Feeling horny and mortified simultaneously
    Feeling alive and dead indefinitely
    I started burning all the flowers in my garden
    Every magnificent blossom screamed violently
    But I felt a deep delight and bliss
    Reminding myself that I was going to die alone
    In a lake of blood and tears
    Without any consolation
    Without any funeral or elegy

    Once dead
    I became an obsidian raven
    Insolent and powerful
    Finding my amusement in bringing bad omens to mortals
    And sleeping at the top of dead and decaying trees
    Enjoying the scent of burnt flowers and incense
    Being caressed by the gleaming flames was my supreme merriment
    And observing how easily mortals were afflicted by deflagration and obliteration
    I could freely grin in front of their astonished countenances
    Although I had always aimed to be cherished
    Although I had always wanted to be adored
    All that I could attain was only a box of bones and thorns

    Who, indeed, could ever have consoled me?
    Among the shadows surrounding me
    A frozen indifference was being offered to me in a silver cornucopia
    With shady candles and daggers
    Swallowing sweet poison and toxic blood made me a sorceress
    I was detached from the world of ghosts and illusions
    By intentionally becoming a creature of the underworld
    Although the sky belonged to me as well
    Scorching from the inside as a way to make my existence bearable
    Every pang of mine was a blissful lust, and my body could perceive the intensity of such torment.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • Bliss And Ecstasy

    Bliss And Ecstasy

    Bliss and ecstasy permeated the luscious and exquisite night,
    As dreams and passions drifted like evanescent rose petals.

    Crossing the infinite corridors of the labyrinth of my imagination,
    I surrender to the lust of a garden of crimson roses.

    I let the haunted dead of night fracture my heart,
    And permit the demons of darkness to sip my blood.

    The ruptures in my soul reflect the twilight, and the stars stare at me,
    In a game of love and death, where I’m the main character.

    There weren’t any more winter mornings, nor summer evenings,
    The only perpetual season was the frosty nighttime.

    Indeed, time had been obliterated,
    And my heart had sunken deep down into the abyss of deception.

    Surrounded by ashes and spider webs, I have died as many times as there are stars in the sky.

    I had become a devotee of my own grotesque fantasies, secluded in my castle of tragedies, blood stains and screams of despair.

    Feeding myself with lethal poison, thorns and ice needles, I was wandering in my realm of nightmares and shadows.

    Wraiths and demons hid behind ancient dusty ruins and brambles, while a blizzard was stroking the withered flowers and dead trees.

    Bliss and ecstasy pierced me with their sharp arrows, making me lose every glimmer of wisdom.
    I could feel spasms all over my body, although anguish didn’t spare my soul.

    The cynical misery had grabbed my fate with its menacing claws, causing my heart to perish from a startling affliction.

    Sharp thorns and scarlet roses were climbing over me in my garden of love and death, willing to surrender to such a cruel destiny.

    And so it was that I had been crowned the Queen of Darkness, under the arcane oath of never looking back nor ever regretting my belonging to the realm of doom.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • A Storm Of Tragedies

    A Storm Of Tragedies

    A storm of tragedies suddenly overwhelmed me
    Dragging me into the abyss of despair and renunciation
    A delight for my heart, which wept and was scorched into ashes
    My fate knew no expectation
    No longing was any longer granted to me
    I had been buried once again
    And I had been forsaken by my own stars
    Instead, I had been retained in shadows and dismay
    Lost in my soliloquies
    I realised that it was all a dreadful dream
    A nightmare in disguise
    And so the eternal night never knew an end
    The sky was invisible to me
    While I was relegated to my secret crypt
    In solitude and dismay, I was destined to endure my existence
    Emptiness was swallowing me from within
    As I could hear the sound of my tears collapsing incessantly on the frigid soil
    Anguish didn’t spare my heart, piercing it like a torturing dagger
    I knew not what destiny might have reserved for me
    Dread kept my heart impaled, helpless in its naivety and foolishness
    Even the moon averted its gaze from me
    Whilst a deafening silence surrounded me
    The cold wind of the eternal night could no longer hurt me
    Since I had become a creature of darkness, without longings or expectations
    My downfall had become my reprieve
    I had found delight in discomfort and grief
    My alcove was made of dust and cruel stones
    My comfort and refuge were made of chaos
    Dreaming of starlight and love was only a remote chimeara
    No longer being the privileged creature of stars and rainbows
    I belonged to the realm of gloomy skies and sharp thorns
    In my frozen loneliness and seclusion
    There I was destined to subsist in decay and death
    With no rescue or transformation
    Blood and tears were flowing down my face and body
    And I remained therein forever.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • Beneath The Light Of A Candle

    Beneath The Light Of A Candle

    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 blood drops
    My heart had been pierced in myriad moments
    And I could see him nailed to a rusty nail
    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
    Dismembering my soul and tearing it to shreds
    I had fallen victim to my own tragedy
    Even though I have eluded the weight of grief
    All the most beautiful blossoms of my garden had withered
    Flowered meadows transformed into a hollow valley of tears and blood
    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 atrocious obsessions
    Where I couldn’t find a sparkle of love and hope
    I might have been allowed to see my relentless grave
    There she stood so magnificent and exquisite
    A monument to my witlessness and insanity
    Beneath the light of a candle
    I had perished anonymously
    Only glooms and clouds were grieving for me
    Under a sky made of glass and pearls
    At the dead of night
    When chimaeras and ghouls gathered
    As soon as the moon invoked them
    Hence 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

  • Surrounded By Darkness

    Surrounded By Darkness

    Surrounded by darkness and evil spirits
    I wandered lost among dark shapes and whispered truths
    The thorns in my heart traced the path to my destiny
    While secrets and hidden tales were hiding beyond my control

    And I could hear the clock ticking in a rhythmic way
    Almost like a symphony of time and dreams
    Moving lyrical rhymes within my mind like leaves in the wind
    As if fate had determined that I was merely its puppet, to be used at its whim.

    I danced amid the heart of utter darkness
    Amongst phantoms and malevolent ghouls
    Surrounded by darkness and dark shapes
    They whispered secret truths I should be aware of
    They intimated to me to be careful and never trust

    I used my blood to carve all my verses on each stone I met
    While the pain tore me apart like soft cotton candy
    The scent of arcane spells and incense made me feel overwhelmed
    Bewitched by my own demons evoked through ancient tarots
    I lay down on a silent throne of illusions and deception

    So, I chose to remain in silence to seal an invisible oath.
    Elisabetta

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