The cemetery of fairies
lay before me
In all its solemnity
and hidden silence,
where I sought refuge
In my usual nocturnal flight
from the nightmares—
those sovereigns
of my heart.
Lay before me
In all its solemnity
and hidden silence,
where I sought refuge
In my usual nocturnal flight
from the nightmares—
those sovereigns
of my heart.
Star dust was falling over me
like a midnight rain
In a winter storm,
cold and glimmering,
silent as a magic spell,
settling upon my hair
like an ethereal veil
woven from arcane secrets.
A shroud of solitude wrapped around me
like a protective barrier,
rendering me invisible to others—
And yet, at the same time,
It made me a prisoner
of a realm I could no longer resist belonging to.
The pain I had always felt—
It was like a kind of splinter
pierced into my heart,
one to which I had grown numb and accustomed.
So many sorrows had scattered
across my brief existence,
leaving no trace among mortals,
like a tiny, insignificant creature
adrift in an immense ocean
of infinite, scattered universes—
unconnected, and forgotten.
My silence was heavy with resentment,
disillusionment, despair, and utter isolation.
I stood within the cemetery of fairies—
not the fairies of storybooks,
But the ones who embodied my abandoned dreams,
shattered and buried
In a vast expanse I called a graveyard,
Though in truth it existed only within my imagination.
The scene before me was grim and mournful,
for it mirrored my shadowed soul—
a soul steeped in torment
and numbed by the weight of impossibility,
numbed by the stark realisation
that I would never reach
those long-yearned-for desires
that had once set my heart alight.
Sweet should have been the tender memories of my life—
Yet I called them the ghosts of the past,
for they haunted and tormented my sleep,
filling my nights with unrest.
In those troubled hours,
My heart was relentlessly torn apart
by the spears of demons
Who, with dreadful solemnity,
invaded my chamber unbidden.
Elisabetta
