Sparkles of spell and starlight rained over me in my luscious garden of roses and bones. The shining stars were celebrating a feast in the voluptuous night sky.
I fell in love with the glistening starlight and the sublime scent of my roses. I could taste the bitterness of melancholy in every drop of enchantment I was able to sip quietly in my secret refuge.
Locked and invisible to mortal gaze, I could freely talk to mirrors and ask questions to the wind. In the dark, gloomy night sky, I could glimpse sparkling gems casting glares across the clouds.
Nonetheless, I carried the burden of my tragedy, unaware of what love truly meant. I felt protected in my intimate garden of lust and forbidden desires, where I fantasised about watery blossoms and sharp thorns.
The mesmerising night was celebrated by the stars and the moon, which moaned with pleasure and surprise. I dreamt of extravagant flowers blooming like arcane mysteries.
Awakened and dizzied, I relied on my derealization, and I could perceive all the things, which couldn’t be perceived by ordinary mortals. I have seen degradation and decay creep into magnificent works of art in a silent, subtle way.
I was made of chaos and starlight. I became the lover of my cosmic dreams, which accompanied me to bewitching forests and labyrinths of perdition. I had embraced my doom and my oblivion.
Not far away, I could hear the ocean’s shore stuffed with broken seashells and withered rose petals. A salty breeze overwhelmed me by making me remember sugarcoated lies and bitter betrayals.

My heart beat fast like a comet star of fire and ice. I had become the queen of the night and darkness, and I followed the rules of madness and frenzy. I enjoyed inflicting poisonous distress on mortal souls.
Sparkles of spell and starlight unleashed free in my ludicrous fantasies during a winter midnight in my secret garden of dead trees and faded blooms. I felt the discomfort of my mystic mentalism since I had seen much more of what I wanted to know.
I leaned against the stone wall of my gloomy dwelling. I had finally seen every single circumstance that I had imagined clearly in my previous dreams. I wished I were wrong and I wished to become silly like those lost creatures wandering in search of a phoney love.
And there I was, waiting for the moon to rise again in the valley of crystal pebbles and alluring pale roses. I shunned the exquisite appetites of passion that had destroyed me in my past existence.
No mirror could ever hurt me any longer, at that very moment of awakening and awareness. I sparkled like a shining star among bones and candles. No ghouls could ever have hurt me now that I transformed into an imperturbable glimmer of starlight.
Elisabetta Esther