Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: surreal fantasy

  • The Sun Of Dismay

    The Sun Of Dismay

    The Sun of dismay irradiated its glowing rays of light all over me, as if I were not aware enough of my cruel fate. I wish I could have escaped from that hostile destiny, but I was bound to it by an eternal oath.

    My sighs and tears could not arrest that tragic scenario poised to, all of a sudden, dismiss the totality of my most cherished dreams. Not even the nighttime legends and fairy tales could divert my attention.

    The nocturnal echoes of the barn owls and nightjars interrupted my silent contemplation, every time I stared at the moon from my balcony adorned with ancient finds and magical manuscripts.

    Beyond the horizon, I was not able to catch sight of anything else but my dreadful fears that filled my heart with a bitter anguish. And suddenly a freezing wind rose, freezing all the mirrors of my antique mansion.

    The Sun of dismay didn’t appear anymore since the day I had decided to fall in love with my regrets and solitude. Nevertheless, far away, cast away from my memories, an obsolete shadow kept haunting the peaceful realm of my thoughts.

    No candle dared to illuminate the darkness that dwelled in my realm of nightmares and oddities. My reflection in broken mirrors made me perceive that I was an evanescent hologram of my own imagination.

    Was all that real or just a dream? A rocambolesque confusion suddenly struck me like a purely casual event. Surreal was everything I ever dreamed of and mostly the suspense of my bizarre fate.

    My invisibility was my strength and the loneliness swarming around me tempted me to surrender to every hesitation of mine, even when the Sun of dismay persisted in materialising like an unexpected ghost.

    All my wishes vanished and they were replaced by restlessness in the shape of ghouls wandering in the endless labyrinth of my chance, where destiny and randomness became indistinguishable.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • The Kingdom Of Eternal Twilight

    The Kingdom Of Eternal Twilight

    The kingdom of eternal twilight appeared like an exquisite chimaera
    My fantastic secret realm belonged only to forgotten legends
    For centuries and epochs, it was just a dream
    However, whenever it was, it manifested as a tangible creature of my fantasies
    Always crowded with crimson roses and skies that no mortal painter could ever imitate

    The kingdom of eternal twilight was extremely tangible in all its absurdity
    Every lantern illuminated a promise rather than a path
    And every flower bloomed with memories that no longer belonged to me
    But to oblivion
    Each crimson rose released gems of wisdom under the shape of glimmering stars
    Since the day they had never belonged to any living soul
    Their petals shimmered like fragments of remote sunsets
    While ethereal clouds carried arcane prophecies

    The kingdom of eternal twilight manifested in all its magnificence
    Every dream of mine did let me discover magic gardens and enchanted meadows
    It was an outlandish realm with magnificent castles
    Where behind each gothic archway there was not another room
    But an abyss of enigmas and unattainable dreams
    Which had patiently awaited to epitomise delights and nightmares for centuries

    I discovered mysterious labyrinths where scarlet birds sang forsaken hymns beneath trees adorned with silver leaves
    A marvellous unicorn emerged from the mist, crowned with branches of golden flowers
    Then, they silently gazed into my eyes as though I were an old acquaintance since eternity
    I followed their trail through an emerald maze where countless fountains reflected impossible constellations
    At the centre of those mesmerised surroundings, I found a magic fountain surrounded by stone flowers
    Somehow, it seemed to me that that bizarre place had been waiting for me hereafter

    Perhaps the kingdom of eternal twilight had never belonged to my dreams
    Maybe my dreams had always belonged to it
    Or possibly I had always belonged to my dreams and never to myself.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • Stars And Nightmares

    Stars And Nightmares

    Stars and nightmares alternated in the sky of my imagination
    Unconscious, as I had been captivated by my nocturnal slumber
    In weariness and freedom from anguish and fears
    I felt like I was wandering in an endless labyrinth
    Aimlessly seeking a direction or a sign
    Nevertheless, I couldn’t release myself from that intricate situation
    Although I was not afraid or concerned about my situation
    I longed for tranquillity and stability, but I knew I couldn’t hold them in my fantastical existence
    Now that the only things I could own were stars and nightmares
    Nothing more for the instant I dreamed in

    Stars and nightmares waited for me as loyal custodians of my illusional world
    No distress could arm my resolute desire for infinite nights of impetuous fantasies hidden underneath a pile of regrets and expectations
    Labradorite stones and precious gems with gold and silver wrapped around my arm like tempting ivies
    Since I couldn’t avoid being myself in front of the mirror of life
    I indulged in hiding behind the meadows of avoidance every time I refused to stare at my soul
    Solitude had happened a long time ago when I fled the kingdom of sordid mortals
    For I was a creature of the infinite abyss of darkness

    Stars and nightmares had vanished from my dreams now that I’ve become more sceptical, and no candlestick or magic stone could grab my attention anymore
    Even the sound of thunderstorms didn’t concern me
    In my bizarre life of secrecy and balderdash, everything could have been possible and impossible at the same time
    Because the pendulum of that realm had ceased to function, and no clock was willing to help me in that disorienting wilderness
    In a gleaming darkness made of dreams, nightmares, hope and anguish, I merged with my deceitful daydreams
    In an infinite loop of delight and bliss, despite the dread hiding beneath.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • I Fell In Love With My Demons

    I Fell In Love With My Demons

    I fell in love with my demons, and I wandered alone like a feral creature in the forest, feeling a burning passion every time I tasted the night, suspended in the eternity of darkness. I was haunted and viciously allured by creatures of the night.

    I sought my reflection in broken mirrors adorned with crystals and silver. However, I was never capable of seeing my countenance in them. My bed wasa sarcophagus, and my only devoted abettors were evil ghouls and ravens.

    Every night, I drowned in the ocean of tears made of pain and anguish. The only light I could gaze upon was the crimson moonlight staring at me ferociously. As much as I tried to avoid my phobias and nightmares, they constantly terrified me in the shapes of shadows and ghosts.

    I mourned through the endless night over all the despair and distress I could no longer avoid. Exhaustion consumed me entirely. The most agonising fears penetrated my heart with their thorns like prickly brambles.

    I was perpetually entangled in ruinous dismay, and I was ensnared in a web of anguish and obsession. A burning flame overwhelmed my heart, devouring it. I was transformed into a spectre made of fire and frost.

    I fell in love with my nightmares, and I embraced all the pain I was destined to endure. My yearnings were my ruin, and I surrendered to their devastation. I didn’t fight against doom and decay anymore; I embodied them.

    I took advantage of my secret haven carved in ice and fire. Darkness didn’t scare me any longer, for I was made of gloom and shadows. Absurdity became my norm as I was altered into a complete oddity. I stood as a total aberration before mortal eyes.

    No creature could save me from that deadly and tainted chasm, where I finally embraced my most authentic essence. I fell in love with everlasting oblivion and infinity. I rediscovered devotion and bliss in delirium and hallucinations.

    My utmost pleasure was losing my heart, which was speared by the demons I cherished the most. I clasped my madness with a rope made of thorns and hooks. I sprawled on ashes and dust, sinking into an eternal slumber.

    Eternity and disintegration were in me, as well as the steady necessity to sense dismay. Pain was an exquisite gift that my evils offered to me. I transmuted to darkness and oblivion. I had no name, and no mirror could reflect my countenance.

    Obsession and tragedy were engraved in my heart. A deluge of frenzies bloomed like stone flowers. The eternal night welcomed me and revealed to me all its arcane secrets.

    The sound of solitude rumbled like a menacing roar. The only light shining over me was the crimson moonlight, soaked in remembrances and forbidden oaths. I fell in love with my demons and dismay. Every teardrop of mine became decay.

    Tormented ruins and relics emerged in the graveyard of my deceased dreams. The stars halted to shed light on me. Darkness became eternity and infinity.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • Thunders Of Delirium

    Thunders Of Delirium

    Thunders of delirium amid a storm of stars and wonders devastated the stillness where the void once slumbered. Fantasies wept in spirals of vorticose ashes of dreams, fading in the darkness of the night. Leaving me bewildered and dazed.

    Utopias bloomed like ghostly wounds across the firmament, while shards of stardust hovered in mourning. Eternity sobbed in silent despair while I wandered through the debris of vanished realms, becoming a solitary phantom made of stardust.

    No quiet dwelling was secured as I seemed to respite from a storm of turmoil and madness. It seemed as if I were on the edge of a tremendous maelstrom. A terrible vortex ready to swallow and obliterate me. The doomed fate had decided.

    Desolation turned out to be an endless abyss where darkness lingered forever. Visions faded, turning into tangible nightmares. Darkness and lights carved memories into my heart, and I found myself in an enchanted realm.

    Longings and magnificence adorned my golden ash hair with ivy and thorns. The stars seemed to call my name disrupting the absolute silence that hibernated every melody. I was made of dreams and thorns. I was made of ashes and gilded stars.

    Softly the wind whispered to me about ancient legends and castles built with sand and deception. They melted under the burden of neglected hopes, and I was left on the border of delusion and dispiritedness.

    There were no beginnings to me, just reverberations hovering like phantom wings, that swept me through vestiges of lost glare. I was not looking to be rescued but I just lay in the remote dark. And I vanished, slowly, into the silence of eternity.

    Thunders of delirium distressed me once more, not to revive me but to deprive me of my soul as I dissolved into the hush beyond dreams.
    Elisabetta

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