The castle of betrayed beauty
a place of such magnificence—
and just as much illusion.
Many a feeling stormed my heart
within that sacred place of deep devotion.
I sought a refuge from my darker thoughts,
yet found none.
And so, I gave unbridled voice
to all my heart and mind could then disclose.
Drawn and captured by an eternal grace—
a beauty untouched by time—
The castle did not know that its fate would be so cruel
as to obliterate even its memory.
A heap of shards and debris would have remained in its place,
Though its magnificence and wondrous splendour
had no equal in the realm of mortal paper.
Like a beautiful dream doomed to perish,
So the castle of betrayed beauty vanished into nothingness,
devoured by the abyss, by ordinariness, and by banality.
Day by day, the wind, the storms, and the darkness had etched upon it—
With such beauty—their marks,
struggling fiercely to erase it into emptiness.
And I realised that it was only a matter of time,
and that nothing was permanent,
no matter how strong the intention or desire for eternity.
It had become my chimaera, my forbidden dream.
I realised that all I had ever desired was lost—
like dry flower petals scattered on the wind,
leaving no trace, no funeral.
Everything had slipped away
as if fate itself had claimed the right
to deny me a life filled with hope, solace, and joy.
I had to suffer silently, watching my castle crumble fragment by fragment,
becoming but a small part of it—
as if I had lived within that place
for all eternity,
beyond the bounds of time.
Alone and fragile, like a flower at the mercy of a storm,
I found myself in the eternity of night and destruction.
And my image shattered into a thousand pieces,
just like my castle,
before a mirror—
before the mirror of… obliteration and oblivion.
Elisabetta
