Emptiness and oblivion claimed me as if I had lost all my discernment while wandering in the cold night aimlessly. So little was I acquainted with the mysteries of the night, and the more I proceeded, the more I became bewildered, to the point that there was no wisdom in the precious crystals I had found along my route. Every instant I strove to preserve my fragile dreams that the biting and harsh wind longed to take away from me. My attempt to gather the flowers from my secret garden was in vain since that night when my will started to be bent by the spirits of the darkness. Emptiness and oblivion unexpectedly usurped my realm of arcane enigmas and phantasmagorias. Eerie lullabies attempted to enchant me with their cryptic call but no spell could be cast upon me for I was invulnerable to enchantments. No commitments or vows could tarnish my desire for endless emptiness and oblivion. The mirrors in my abode reflected different images of myself each time I stared at them, as if they scrutinised my soul carefully, like mind readers. Underneath antique frocks, a vintage pocket clock sprang like a living creature of the immortal night showing me an hour that was evermore. Small bronze keys peeked out amidst the chaotic jumble of my enchanted manor. Nothing could be the same anymore. All my attempts to use the bronze keys were fruitless, given that I wasn’t able to discover any lock suitable for their size, but in the end, I didn’t care. All of a sudden everything vanished and I was surrounded by emptiness and oblivion, which had obliterated every treasure and possession of mine. Devastation had accomplished its mission properly and darkness suppressed all the light irradiated by the glimmering stars, which were totally concealed by gloomy clouds. I could no longer make out my former path, and in place of my elegant mansion lay heaps of rubble and fragments of my belongings. The supremacy of emptiness and oblivion was unassailable, in fact, they were my cold-hearted rulers. Nothing could have been altered. Even the stars had lost their authority in the firmament, which had now transmuted into the empire of void.
Elisabetta Esther
Tag: poetic fantasy
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Emptiness And Oblivion
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In The Abyss Of Nightmares
In the abyss of nightmares, I belonged for epochs, which lasted as long as the obliteration of my dreams became predominant. Perpetually, the invasive obsession with liberty and chance came to me oddly; nevertheless, I was not able to grasp the flower of resilience, which was far too unreachable. Soon I realised that the nights had overtaken the days and the sun was forever gone.
The echo of my lost dreams reverberated like a scream from the infernal abode of the forsaken ghouls, whose souls were being kept in a jar of gold and crystals. I didn’t ask for that lugubre situation, as my heartbeat was as slow as the tolling of an antique clock, accustomed to no longer marking time—not even for the mirrors. A downpour supervened, interrupting that solemn silence.
In the abyss of nightmares, I discovered that losing all my hopes and dreams had become my delight and bliss as if I enjoyed the misery I was destined to endure since the beginning of eras. As long as darkness was eternity, no feeling of compassion or consolation could soothe my heart, which had become a stone, for the nightmares were caring for my soul.
Each phantom I encountered showed me a book made of tears and memories, then flashed a sneer at me, as if satisfied to accompany me to the valley of despair and decay. And there I lay on the gelid soil that absorbed every teardrop of mine, giving life to flowers whose petals were made of sharp rocks. No reprieve was hidden behind the portals of that realm under the sovereignty of shadows and darkness.
I didn’t even need to escape from that place anymore because it had become the most intrinsic part of myself as if I were a creature of the abyss of nightmares and perpetual storms since eternity. And even the sun had melted with the moon transforming into a black star likely a massive sphere of obsidian irradiating me with its powerful gloominess as if to welcome me.
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Extravagant Dreams
Extravagant dreams appeared like magnificent paintings of different natures, making me feel all those emotions I never felt in real life. I wondered what it would be possible to achieve in my marvellous fantasies. Nevertheless, I never realised in my entire existence what my fate wanted me to understand through prophecies and nightmares.
The antique clock struck each hour, while its pendulum swung relentlessly from side to side, echoing the inexorable passage of time, and inducing me to find my magic manuscript of phantasmagorias and peculiarities. In truth, I had the intention to cast a spell over the moon and the stars. My vanity allowed me to relinquish all control over my heart and I was finally able to see the chaos and power of my imagination.
Extravagant dreams became my secret treasures in the lonely nights whenever the clouds covered all the luminaries, hiding the moon in their soft gloominess. Every time I awakened in the middle of the night only to realise that there was no possibility to question the stars about my shadows and destiny. Since bedlam ruled my life, my heart knew no certitudes but an exigent desire to look at the swarthy face of the moon.
Majestic ravens were my loyal witnesses to my endless thirst for vengeance. Indeed, I so often dreamed of seeing justice appear in the shape of frightening ghouls as a gift to those entities that had mistreated me so badly. My awkward and extravagant dreams were constantly my guides, willing to soothe all my resentments and grief, which were huge burdens inside my heart like inextinguishable flames.
Silence didn’t succeed in pacifying all my trepidations, in fact, I was by then at the mercy of the tumultuous winds of an approaching storm. I couldn’t even listen properly to the echoes of my thoughts lingering in the emptiness of the night like withered flowers. Extravagant dreams were no longer my shadows following me everywhere, instead, there was only a bare landscape with no trees, just a few meadows and the dust of my memories which were not there with me anymore.
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The Sun Of Dismay
The Sun of dismay irradiated its glowing rays of light all over me, as if I were not aware enough of my cruel fate. I wish I could have escaped from that hostile destiny, but I was bound to it by an eternal oath.
My sighs and tears could not arrest that tragic scenario poised to, all of a sudden, dismiss the totality of my most cherished dreams. Not even the nighttime legends and fairy tales could divert my attention.
The nocturnal echoes of the barn owls and nightjars interrupted my silent contemplation, every time I stared at the moon from my balcony adorned with ancient finds and magical manuscripts.
Beyond the horizon, I was not able to catch sight of anything else but my dreadful fears that filled my heart with a bitter anguish. And suddenly a freezing wind rose, freezing all the mirrors of my antique mansion.
The Sun of dismay didn’t appear anymore since the day I had decided to fall in love with my regrets and solitude. Nevertheless, far away, cast away from my memories, an obsolete shadow kept haunting the peaceful realm of my thoughts.
No candle dared to illuminate the darkness that dwelled in my realm of nightmares and oddities. My reflection in broken mirrors made me perceive that I was an evanescent hologram of my own imagination.
Was all that real or just a dream? A rocambolesque confusion suddenly struck me like a purely casual event. Surreal was everything I ever dreamed of and mostly the suspense of my bizarre fate.
My invisibility was my strength and the loneliness swarming around me tempted me to surrender to every hesitation of mine, even when the Sun of dismay persisted in materialising like an unexpected ghost.
All my wishes vanished and they were replaced by restlessness in the shape of ghouls wandering in the endless labyrinth of my chance, where destiny and randomness became indistinguishable.
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The Silence Of The Night
The silence of the night made me travel till the end of the material worlds
Where I lost my direction and purpose in life without hesitation
I began my journey to the ethereal and idyllic realm of phantoms and elegiac mirage
I fell over and over again for I was unaware of my path made of sharp stones and brambles drawing my attention
Withered roses and arcane trees surrounded me under the shape of precious acquaintances
While I could see castles in the air floating like ephemeral flowers’ petalsThe silence of the night lulled me to the brink of a deep slumber made of delusional chimaeras and phantasmagorias
So soothing was the melody of the nocturnal birds hovering in the forest
So sweet was the exquisite scent of extravagant blossoms in the magic meadows
Where I was lingering with all my laziness willing to lose my ability for discernment
Indulging in desires and imagination
My mind began quietly to be inclined toward hesitation
Lost in the chaotic shenanigans of my doubts and fearsEnchantments and witchcraft blossomed under the shape of occult grimoires, scarlet roses, and magic lanterns
Which surrounded me with their glimmers and shadows
While crystal hourglasses and iridescent sand marked the passage of my time in that fairy-tale world
Where even compasses lost all sense of direction
In that extraordinary aura of mysterious wonders and inexplicable visions
Crows and ravens flew around the sparkling moon
Singing hymns to the majestic nightThe cold waft of the darkness struck me
Not yet able to wake me up from my profound slumber
Since no compass was able to guide me in that topsy-turvy mystery
Which had become a part of me and haunted the chasms of my imaginings
At last, I had altered the silence of the night into a delirious stupor of wild dreams and spellbinding adventures.
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The Kingdom Of Eternal Twilight
The kingdom of eternal twilight appeared like an exquisite chimaera
My fantastic secret realm belonged only to forgotten legends
For centuries and epochs, it was just a dream
However, whenever it was, it manifested as a tangible creature of my fantasies
Always crowded with crimson roses and skies that no mortal painter could ever imitateThe kingdom of eternal twilight was extremely tangible in all its absurdity
Every lantern illuminated a promise rather than a path
And every flower bloomed with memories that no longer belonged to me
But to oblivion
Each crimson rose released gems of wisdom under the shape of glimmering stars
Since the day they had never belonged to any living soul
Their petals shimmered like fragments of remote sunsets
While ethereal clouds carried arcane propheciesThe kingdom of eternal twilight manifested in all its magnificence
Every dream of mine did let me discover magic gardens and enchanted meadows
It was an outlandish realm with magnificent castles
Where behind each gothic archway there was not another room
But an abyss of enigmas and unattainable dreams
Which had patiently awaited to epitomise delights and nightmares for centuriesI discovered mysterious labyrinths where scarlet birds sang forsaken hymns beneath trees adorned with silver leaves
A marvellous unicorn emerged from the mist, crowned with branches of golden flowers
Then, they silently gazed into my eyes as though I were an old acquaintance since eternity
I followed their trail through an emerald maze where countless fountains reflected impossible constellations
At the centre of those mesmerised surroundings, I found a magic fountain surrounded by stone flowers
Somehow, it seemed to me that that bizarre place had been waiting for me hereafterPerhaps the kingdom of eternal twilight had never belonged to my dreams
Maybe my dreams had always belonged to it
Or possibly I had always belonged to my dreams and never to myself.
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Wandering In Oblivion
Wandering in oblivion with the certitude in my heart that I belonged more to my afflictions than to my desires
I knew not where my fate was taking me
The only inevitability I couldn’t avoid was my obsessive quest to follow my dreams
My fantastic world was all I demanded so impulsively
And that everlasting flame was glowing intensely into my heartI felt betrayed by the time and all the previous events that dragged me into the pit of anguish
It was real as much as I was breathing, and I couldn’t prevent being overwhelmed
A huge imaginary mountain was on my chest, for I didn’t realise I had brought such huge exhaustion over and over again for a considerable time, too many times
Lost and deluded, I chose seclusion as a way to bear that overflowing burdenSo far I wandered that I got lost in mazes and forests, for I was seeking pursuits and chances
Even though I knew there was no compass guiding me in the infinite darkness of the nights I spent in dizziness and confusion
Bitter was the dismay that distressed my heart in the loneliest journey of my existence
Whenever I searched for comfort, I only found sparse, few and far-between hopes for a spark of delightThe sunlight became bright and dark, creating shadows all over my path, while the moon advanced with pride as the queen of the long nights when my slumber was trembling with fear of the unknown. At last, I could hear the silence whispering presages and tales. Hence, there I was, lonely in my frailty and chaos, never ready for new adventures whilst wandering in oblivion and suspense. I had forgotten all my bygone remembrances as well as my name and my most cherished dreams.
As long as the moon shone alongside the stars, I could make wishes that shattered at the mountain’s peak. But all fell silent, and I remained in my castle, admiring the splendid panorama before me.
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Magic Sunsets
Magic sunsets manifested in the abyss of torpor and oblivion
While the ocean breeze stroked my hair in the unconsciousness of my slumber
Although I had relinquished the kingdom of shallowness and impermanence
I never settled for an adventure bound to rational manuscripts and shoddy fantasyI always dreamed of magic sunsets and enchanted castles
Mostly when the ancient clock of my secret mansion ticked each second of my life
It pressured me to advance and grab as much knowledge as I could
But each time I drank from the goblet of wisdom
Every memory would vanish away like tiny sand grains in the windIn vain I cried, and as desperate as I was, I evoked the spirits of that magical realm of sugary illusions and flaming roses
The magnificent sunlight greeted me each day without ceremonies
But only making my roses bloom like shimmering gems in every shade of orange and redBeneath sparkling magic sunsets, each lantern glimmered to chaperone me to the precious and beloved castle that was in front of me exactly as I had imagined it
The aura was full of exquisite flower scents whose petals were falling all over me like confetti raindrops
Orange quartz, citrine and carnelian adorned my hair under the shape of a fabulous crown, and tangerine flowers adorned my dressI could intentionally realise that I was no longer dreaming, being part of a marvellous world where dreams always came true, and happiness was spilling all over the realm
The enchantment of that fairy tale was so intense that I hadn’t even realised I was completely alone, save for the legendary creatures
No doubt or fear could touch me now that I was the sovereign of my world of wonders and odditiesWithout ever tearing my gaze away from the beauty of those magical sunsets that had transported me into my world of imprudence and frenzy, I finally embraced my bizarre and mysterious fate with its myriad of surprises and eternal marvel.
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Under Dreams And Enchantments
Under spells and enchantments
In nightmares I lived my nighttimes
Surrounded by withered roses
Dreaming of castles in the aetherI wandered endlessly in the forest of the realm of oddities and wonders
Wishing to find the secrets of wisdom and foolishness
Although I knew that there was no certainty in this perilous path
Being my fate an ocean of obscure surprisesInvisible shadows whispered my name and announced my future ventures
Beautiful ravens followed me like faithful and devoted companions
And beyond my imagination, that fantastical world manifested in all its frightful marvelsUnder spells and enchantments
I knew not who I really was
Surrounded by stone flowers and magic lanterns
Dreaming of flying dragons beneath the purple moonlightDelighted by the company of ancient books and candles
I embarked on my own journey of knowledge and nonsense
For I felt a creature of the infinite night
Devil-may-care, I walked through forsaken aisles in decadent castlesI felt a tiny speck in an endless infinity
While admiring the magnificent landscapes the night was offering me
Beneath a night sky adorned with stars and clouds
Mesmerised by magic mirrors and crimson rosesI couldn’t have imagined that I was able to transcend the reality that had limited my fantasy for so long
But there I was
Me and my enchanted dreams
At last
Under spells and enchantments
In my own realm of fantasy
A deliberate victim of my own illusionsPreviously, I had lingered endlessly in the grey zone of hopes and sorrows
However, I decided to embrace a new transformation
Detaching from all my previous versions of myself
Nevermore watching backForever longing for marvellous castles floating in the air in my garden of crimson roses and arcane trees
Faraway from the abyss of nothingness
Evermore under spells and enchantments.
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Sparkling Darkness
Sparkling Darkness ruled the realm of the night
Whenever the shadows whispered in the night
Unveiling secrets like little shining gems
While the moon was glimmering in the sky inhabited by spirits and stars
Surrounded by clouds and hazy images
Magnificence made every flower bloom in the secrecy of the night
Only when the mystery was enlightened by candles for those who dared to venture into the kingdom of chimaeras and enigmas
Where nothing could have been revealed effortlessly in the daylight to mortal sightsI was proceeding with an unsteady step as I felt the sparkling darkness opening the path to me, with flying dragons chaperoning me at the magic light of lanterns
The delightful flowers I encountered brightened like glistening luminaries that captivated me with their exquisite scent and unique beauty
Enchanted castles and precious gems were not just visions but the manifestation of my extravagant dreams
I have become the queen of this supernatural and bewitching realm that came into existence from my nocturnal imaginations
Every desire I have always coveted dearly became tangible as my fantasy had transformed into realityIn this infinite darkness of my cherished dreams, nothing was impossible, and my extraordinary fate never ceased to surprise me
There was no uncertainty nor fear in this world of mine, where I could feel safe and protected
Gargoyles made of ancient stone came to life to breathe magic and infinity
While the cool breeze of the night softly stroked my long hair, enfolding me like a delicate shawl made of lace and tulle
The sparkling darkness that bore fear for the ordinary mortals had become my secret haven, where nobody could ever have found me
Invisible as I was to the human gaze, but visible to the mythical creatures attending my journeyAnd therein I remained, as I was embodying the darkness and the night
Unknown was my future since my dazed destiny had paved intricate routes for me to traverse
Like in an endless journey where I was embracing every pristine and bizarre novelty
There was more to come and nothing to fear any longer
Because there was no beginning or end anymore.
Elisabetta Esther