Nightmares and sorrow blended in a cloud of illusory bliss in a beautiful and enchanting night of confusion and euphoria. I felt a sense of transience and fragility in my ephemeral existence. Torpor and a desire for amnesia dissolved when madness and absolute sublimity prevailed in their entirety. Lost in the darkness of the night, I began to feel overwhelmed by the immense ocean of life while I was but a frail snowflake, which could have been swallowed by the fantastic void. I had never been able to understand how my heart could be bewildered by a fierce dismay while the nocturnal cold breeze left me feeling drained and listless. Bitter and tragic memories manifested themselves with their unwelcome presence. At least silence could soothe me while the night did increase my anguish, which plunged me into a state of tragic wretchedness, as if my inescapable destiny had decided that dreams could no longer be a privilege of mine. Nightmares and sorrow never left my side and they softly whispered truths to me that I would have liked to bury in the abyss of oblivion. No matter how much I sought to escape that storm of restlessness and melancholy, I always found myself back at the starting point, facing my bitter and cruel anguish. Not even the beauty with which I had surrounded myself had sufficed to save me from that abyss of perdition. And so it was that my dreams were reduced to a heap of decaying rubble that not even the night wind would carry away. Time was racing by like a swollen river, while I stood motionless in a state of torment and contrition, unable to find a way out of that labyrinth of futile anxieties. Lost in the vortex of nightmares and sorrow I let events perpetrate their wickedness. I could never ever forget the day all the dreams of mine fell into abysmal obliteration. There was no longer a sunrise in the eternal realm of darkness and decay.
Elisabetta Esther
Tag: prose poetry
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Nightmares And Sorrow
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In The Mystical Cavern
The mystical cavern of my dream was a mysterious, secret, candlelit haven where a magical altar stood as a marvel of enchantments and arcane knowledge. It was covered in a dark velvet cloth adorned with celestial patterns and held a glowing crystal ball, lit candles, ancient books, a skull, and a chalice. A very peculiar dwelling where I could take a glimpse of my desires burning like everlasting flames in my heart. I was surrounded by Asterion a mythical creature which was a large white-horned feathered dragon, looming gracefully over the table beside me. An ornate golden armillary sphere hung from above, alongside Aurelia, a translucent and glowing blue jellyfish floating near the little pond of dreams. Glowing white lotus flowers rested on the dark reflective water, which stretched into the misty depths of the cave. I could never have imagined that the existence of such a place could manifest itself, seeing as I suddenly found myself in the mystical cave. Asterion the dragon showed me my fate, including my expectations and delusions inside the glistening crystal sphere, which was spinning as if it were being gifted by an enigmatic power. From that moment on, I felt like a wave—part of an immense ocean, as if I was no longer ruling my own will and heart. All the golden candles flickered, and all the lotus flowers lit up as if some entity were controlling them. I felt simultaneously comforted and uneasy, as if I too were at the mercy of some dark power and unable to resist, given that all my fears had suddenly left me. In the mystical cavern, I felt at once defenceless and powerful—albeit with difficulty—and I had to turn my gaze upon my revealed fears. I felt the transience of my arduous destiny, fraught with hidden traps, while Aurelia the jellyfish hovered and swirled above me, beckoning me to face the perilous path that could be glimpsed in the distance. I was willing to abandon that otherworldly place to embark on a new adventure, unaware of the dangers that lay ahead, yet I was so overwhelmed by a sense of anguish that I could not bring myself to leave the place that was closest to my heart. I felt the intrinsic sensation of having become an ethereal creature of the mystical cavern and nothing any longer could determine my departure, not even the most impetuous longing. I was but a bizarre and evanescent unearthly being linked permanently to my beloved and very peculiar abode. The blue shining water of the occult pond let me read arcane rhymes linked to my fortune like extremely complicated riddles. Chaos and dizziness had overwhelmed me to the point of losing contact with my wisdom. In reality, there was no reality because fantasy was the only empirical evidence of my existence. I was not real. I was just one of the several wonders in that marvellous realm in the mystical cavern, where every dream and every nightmare took tangible form. And now more than ever I could drink from the chalice of oblivion and learn by heart every witchcraft and enchantment kept in archaic grimoires. There was no end of life. Everything transmuted into eternity and infinity. No anguish nor sorrow nor grief could have grabbed my heart again. Foremost oblivious delights in infinite dreams. Forever. In eternity.
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The Shadows Of Melancholy
Shadows of melancholy perpetually hovered over me like branches of a giant oak tree. No doubt I could have been deceived by my own senses when I discovered that my dreams had vanished promptly from my realm of desires and fears. Even anguish didn’t hesitate to manifest its power over my heart, which was grieving heavenly. Oftentimes I questioned the blank mirrors about my burdensome fate, and all that I could obtain as revelation was an enflamed candle, glimmering like a star in the night sky. Exquisite deep red roses and delicate blue butterflies offered me antique manuscripts as a gift of friendship. The truth was concealed among books and flowers, while the moonlight shone brightly, dazzling me unexpectedly. Perpetual twilight settled over this surreal scene: a majestic stone castle stood on a cliff across a calm lake beneath an immense full moon. As usual, I was staring at the magnificent view from my stone windowsill, where I usually passed my nights among stacked antique books and my beloved hourglass. My ornate mirror reflected the beauty of the surroundings, which seemed increasingly surreal to me. No dismay seemed to attend those moments of leisure while shadows of melancholy constantly cast a shadow over my heart. Nevertheless, the longer I gazed at that splendid landscape the more blurred its reflection became in my mirror. It seemed as though beauty was being enchanted by a magical spell, which was dedicated to eliminating every delight. The tranquil waters of the lake silently swallowed the antique fortress and all the marvellous realm. Undoubtedly, the abysses had taken possession of my realm of blissful dreams, leaving me nothing but some petals of withered roses. All my archaic manuscripts and ancient books disappeared from my sight and in their place there was only dust and fragments of dry leaves. I could feel a gelid breeze surrounding me like an invisible veil and whispering rhymes about the utmost despair, while my wisdom couldn’t perceive any paradox as I became increasingly dazed beneath the shadows of melancholy.
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Softly Dreaming
Softly dreaming of irreversible nightmares
And forgetting
Dazed and bewildered
Seeking truth and deception at the same time
All that I really need is an exquisite deception that helps me escape far away to a land that never existed, but in my imaginationAnd so I pursued my journey into the unknown forest of dreams
Keeping in my heart the certitude that I can manifest all my longings, along with my anguish and fears
Wonders were hidden everywhere if I wished toNevertheless, there couldn’t be a safe place for my fantasies
May I have been allowed to dream for once?
Or was I too demanding?
At last, the stars were guiding me somewhere in a wonderland where I could be preferably delightedIt wasn’t just a quest for bliss and oblivion
It was a pursuit of a complete transformation
To lose myself in chaos and illusions was as necessary as softly dreaming in complete obliviousness
Not paying any tribute to fear and dread
But only gathering my loyal phantoms as guardians of my heartGently, the haze surrounded me to soothe my aching soul whenever I pretended to please myself in the world of humankind’s ludicrousness
In truth, I was lying to myself because my fantastic aura couldn’t ever conform to human codes
And therefore, I traversed the portal of nowhere that took me to my realm of sugar-coated romance and poetryWas I a foolish creature of heavenly longings?
I knew not…nevertheless, I might have been under the spell of an obscure enchantment
Although the wind never betrayed me, displaying me majestic clouds and marvellous luminaries
Whenever the night sky allowed me to discover its mysteriesIt came the time when night and day became a marvel, like an exquisite seashell from the ocean floor, whispering its secrets to my soul as if we were acquainted from a remote existence
Dreaming and sighing, I surrendered to the soft lullaby of the waves, captivating my quietness
Now that I’ve disclosed my dearest fondnesses
Softly dreaming
In the endless dusk surrounding me.
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Wonderful Darkness
Wonderful darkness in the midst of my dreams shrouded me in its velvety dark veil, inlaid with stars and crescent moons. I was frightened to lose myself in the infinite void in front of me. Chaos enthralled me, as I was cast out of every solace, and I made acquaintance with demons and nightmares.
I was everything, and I was nothing. I was infinite, and I was confined. No shapes or colours could define me, as I had lost my primordial impression. A festive creature had announced to me a decadent fate to me, leaving me withered flowers and branches covered with thorns. Although hesitation grasped me, I was determined to embrace the defiant distress that confined me in a dungeon of tears and vexations.
Sweet dreams became dreadful nightmares whenever I was beset by tainted slumber. Candles were burning in the night haze, while I listened to the roars of fierce thunder. My tense heart fainted as it bestowed every drop of its essence to impatient and greedy spirits. In confusion and silence, I remained still like a frozen sculpture.
I had severed all empathy for my past self. Decline was my inevitable destiny, and I sank deeper and deeper into the abyss of despair. Skeletons of memories claimed me from their otherworldly home. Ethereal flames adorned me like a fiery crown. In my eternal dream, I was flying free like a butterfly on a spring morning.
Nonetheless, what was expected was a storm of wrath and demise. Wonderful darkness had entangled me in a quagmire filled with ghosts and howls. My heart was viciously tormented, fractured and torn to pieces. I couldn’t find a shadow willing to grant me even a fragment of marvel.
The firmament hid the stars’ bright glow beneath dark and threatening clouds, and I acquiesced to my fate. Evanescent shadows wrapped me with their mysterious soliloquies. I traversed my last portal without any hope of return. My name was obliterated, and my heart was swallowed by wonderful darkness. Through loss, vexation, and oblivion, I was consecrated to the eternal and infinite night.
Elisabetta Esther