A heart of stone and blood was mine in the afterlife
In my underworld abode full of evanescent masks and weeping phantoms
A magic tower of spells touching the sky and the metallic moons
Surrounded by soft clouds and dead trees
Each mask whispered terrible secrets to me
While smiling like court jesters inside the unbreakable walls of my castle
A castle made of bones and blood of my enemies
Beneath the shining firmament visited by the moons with many countenances
I was the queen of the tragic world of pity and descend
My decadence made a throne for me, carved in sorrow
And there I lingered, dressed in shining sparkles and moonlight
My gown was forged with threads of sighs and desires
My gown was the manifestation of sighs and desires
Eerie candles with their trembling flames cast light upon my visions
Longings coiled like serpents made of smoke
The walls wept decayed memories and each mirror was a doorway to arcane mysteries
My absolute silence was a hymn to all I had lost
The moons grieved the weight of my dismay
An eternal ghost similar to myself waited for me beyond my crystal windows
Ruins and beauty crowned me their sovereign
My destiny was engraved in shadow and starlight
I wandered in the labyrinth of forsaken fortunes
I felt that the ancient soil trembled beneath my steps
My heart was still carved from stone, seeking solace in vain
I couldn’t break free from the chains of my own sorrow
Although I reached for my reflection in the mirror
And I knew that this was the fate I had chosen
I knew I belonged to the occult underworld as an ethereal creature of darkness.
Elisabetta