The night lies over me like an immense quilted blanket of stars and gloomy clouds
Sweet are the whispers of my dreams that welcome me into their magical alcove
Lost in the depths of my imagination
I continue to wander in the night
Unaware of my fate, I am blindfolded on my uncertain path
Letting the disquiet burn in my heart as if I were a candle in a storm
I wait for the thorns to turn into feathers in my secret garden of mystery
Everything is concealed from my eyes
And I wake up in the haze and turmoil
In front of me only emptiness and the scent of fear
How long could I have fed myself on the illusion of my dreams?
I know not as long as the clouds obscured the stars
I covet fondly the freedom of birds lingering in the firmament
I struggle intensely to catch a glimpse of withered flowers and evanescent butterflies
And the night lies over me again like a layered shroud
Quietly the wind whispers legends and enchantments
Taking me into the fantastic realm of chimaeras and the overworld
Where no mortal soul could be conceived
Since only fabulous creatures inhabit my fantasy
Loneliness surrounds me and hushes my eagerness to lose myself easily in the maze of foolishness
I sense my dreams as the only reality where I am my tangible self
An ocean filled with delusions and empty shells attempts to swallow my awareness
The exquisite scent of roses and magnolias cannot rescue me any longer
Since the oblivion of the night’s desires takes hold of me
It was too late for me to redeem my heart
In the solitude of the dusk
When everything seemed so painfully calm
Alas, could I finally find myself in the lost abyss of my ineptitude?
I sigh and dream
No further wisdom enlightens my vision
Now that the night lies over me.
Elisabetta Esther
Tag: symbolism
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The Night Lies Over Me
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The Spell Of The Blank Mirror
The spell of the blank mirror; an invisible chain to a realm that drew me into its clutches. I had recited their arcane enchantment each night while my eyes were hidden by an ephemeral black veil and my lips were crimson from the nectar of my roses. I listened to their hypnotic spell, alluring like a siren song. Even though my eyes were closed, I could see everything and beyond every kind of imagination.
I had achieved new perceptions, unknown among ordinary mortals. I could see a new realm invisible to humans where my heart was copiously bleeding my soul over a garden of black roses, which were avid for my essence seeking to sip until the very last drop. A sequence of visions took me away from reality. I wasn’t alive anymore, but I wasn’t lifeless either. I had vowed loyalty to the sacred order of magic.
I could not abide what my own senses had forced me to witness. I saw ghouls feeding their ego with the shallow souls of imbecilic beings. The more I tried to understand myself, the more I felt that the emptiness inside me swallowed me. And the everlasting fire that sustained my heart alive transformed into an abyss of vengeance and fury. I became the night and the night became myself.
I embraced my descent to the realm of Hades as the most exquisite triumph of my tragic existence. I could taste the poison of the spell of the blank mirror; a tangible proof of my occult sensitivity in perceiving things invisible to human sight. Accompanied by ravens and ghastly vaults, I metamorphosed into an ethereal creature, who no mortal could defeat. I became sacred to the vicious ghouls of the darkness; they carved their arcane symbols into my heart and soul, soaking my heart with their eternal essence.
I had become infinite and eternal. I had surpassed the stars of which I had now become the only sovereign. I had become the night and the darkness. I had become an ethereal creature, detached from the corrupted world of the mortals. Lightning and thunder celebrated me as the dark queen of the eternal night. I retained all the glimmering light of the luminaries, and I veiled the moon with a velvet shroud made of lace and silk. I didn’t want any light or fire shine in this realm of perpetual nightfall.
My endearing devils whispered arcane revelations, stroking me with delicate black roses, whose scent of night unfolded in resins and shadowed petals, drifting like smoke through the galleries of my secret and mysterious realm. I indulged in euphoria and dismay, now that my heart had become a holy crypt full of scorn and vengeance. My incubuses and nightmares paid me tributes and praises. All my suffering scars have become hieroglyphics, sigils, pentacles, hexagrams, runes, and obscure seals, etched in dark ink and shadow.
The spell of the blank mirror vanished like a faint sob in the midst of an impetuous hurricane; it accomplished its mission of initiation and metamorphosis through which I went, leaving me inscribed with the silent glyphs of the unseen, marked by the sigils of shadowy forces, and bound to the eternal drafts of occult supremacy. Crowned and powerful, I sipped a magic elixir from a chalice wrought of relics and raven feathers, and I tasted the obscure bliss of nightmares and granted elation.
I had disappeared and been reborn as the night and darkness. Every whisper I uttered became a decree for my loyal ghosts, and the scales of justice had finally been weighed in my favour. Fairness had been accomplished in my favour, at the threshold of the Nether Thresholds. And I feasted and reigned with my consecrated coven of beloved witches and phantoms, bound to me evermore.
Elisabetta Esther -
Wonderful Darkness
Wonderful darkness in the midst of my dreams shrouded me in its velvety dark veil, inlaid with stars and crescent moons. I was frightened to lose myself in the infinite void in front of me. Chaos enthralled me, as I was cast out of every solace, and I made acquaintance with demons and nightmares.
I was everything, and I was nothing. I was infinite, and I was confined. No shapes or colours could define me, as I had lost my primordial impression. A festive creature had announced to me a decadent fate to me, leaving me withered flowers and branches covered with thorns. Although hesitation grasped me, I was determined to embrace the defiant distress that confined me in a dungeon of tears and vexations.
Sweet dreams became dreadful nightmares whenever I was beset by tainted slumber. Candles were burning in the night haze, while I listened to the roars of fierce thunder. My tense heart fainted as it bestowed every drop of its essence to impatient and greedy spirits. In confusion and silence, I remained still like a frozen sculpture.
I had severed all empathy for my past self. Decline was my inevitable destiny, and I sank deeper and deeper into the abyss of despair. Skeletons of memories claimed me from their otherworldly home. Ethereal flames adorned me like a fiery crown. In my eternal dream, I was flying free like a butterfly on a spring morning.
Nonetheless, what was expected was a storm of wrath and demise. Wonderful darkness had entangled me in a quagmire filled with ghosts and howls. My heart was viciously tormented, fractured and torn to pieces. I couldn’t find a shadow willing to grant me even a fragment of marvel.
The firmament hid the stars’ bright glow beneath dark and threatening clouds, and I acquiesced to my fate. Evanescent shadows wrapped me with their mysterious soliloquies. I traversed my last portal without any hope of return. My name was obliterated, and my heart was swallowed by wonderful darkness. Through loss, vexation, and oblivion, I was consecrated to the eternal and infinite night.
Elisabetta Esther -
My Delight Was My Demise
My delight was my demise. My desires, so bitter and dark, gripped my heart, conquering it with all their vehemence, and all my most secret desires crumbled like shards of crystal upon the frozen, sorrowful ground.
Alas, misery had granted me a fate in which I was a sacrificial prey. And yes, I had no escape from my cruel destiny. However much I loved the fondness and delight of a chimerical existence made of dreams and delicate flowers.
Reneged by mortals and secluded within my dark and comfortless vault, I sought refuge in my fantasy, while my withered soul was doused in sorrow. I strove to forget all my most hidden and forbidden desires, but their memories left an imprint on my heart.
I wept and shed as many tears as there were saline water drops in the infinite ocean that stretched far away from me, since I was not granted the privilege of beholding it from my dark refuge, nor was I allowed to see the stars.
A lugubrious existence had become my fatal destiny. My only companions were my perpetual candles, which illuminated my gloomy chamber, merely to remind me of my anguish, my dismay, and my despondency.
Ghosts of the past spied on me, casting shadows upon the ancient walls, dilapidated by the storms. The echo of my sighs reached the stars, which gazed at me with cynicism and indifference, as if I were unworthy of their devotion, while dark and menacing clouds reminded me of my defeat.
While scattered feelings bounced within my torn and apathetic heart, menacing shadows embodied my fears and my most obscure secrets, which I would never have been able to reveal to any soul.
Therefore, between surrender and fatal torpor, I lay inert, as though I were a marble statue. In all my fragility and in all my vulnerability, I knew that what awaited me was nothing but the doom of my heart, my essence, my very self. A total obliteration and oblivion were my final destination.
Elisabetta Esther -
The Kingdom Of Paradoxes And Absurdities
The kingdom of paradoxes and absurdities was the place where bullying and arrogance reigned supreme, sovereign over vulgarity and stupidity. They wallpapered the walls of every place that held court in such a realm.
Anything that could be imagined was both unreal and real at the same time. It could exist or not exist. Absurdity, however, was the master of the place. Thus, everything my logic deemed possible was tangible and predictable. In truth, it could neither take place nor be actualised in such sovereignty.
I cannot say that I was dreaming, nor can I say that I was awake. In a state of shock and surrender of my ego, I could no longer even discern whether I was daydreaming or hallucinating. All I could say was what my sensations and perceptions made me feel in every part of my soul and heart, in every part of my body.
Although I had firmly decided not to bend to the will of others, not to bow down or worship the conventions imposed on me persistently, I fell into a deadly trap—a kind of imprisonment, a state of captivity from which I could not free myself. Invisible chains that I felt and perceived in my body and heart held dominion over my life and my way of thinking.
My jewellery box had been plundered. All my secrets had been revealed by indiscreet tongues. And my protection had vanished. It was as if I had become a defenceless flower in the midst of a threatening desert.
I had to say goodbye to my version of myself, which was no longer alive. I had to say goodbye to all those visions that had deceived me falsely, when my naivety clouded my sight.
In the kingdom of paradoxes and absurdities, I had to succumb and suffer. I had nowhere else to go. And the more I tried to escape, the more it seemed that this strange land expanded beneath my feet, preventing me from crossing its high and menacing walls. And what could the sky do but watch me, almost mocking me in an indifferent and cynical manner.
Elisabetta -
The Ninth Seal
The ninth seal
Because the hour was nine. Or almost.
Paris wept softly blue through cobblestones and gaslight.
A monster came,
not with claws nor teeth,
But with wheels,
A chained demon in place of horses,
and the roar of hatred and madness disguised as an engine.He saw me.
He chose me.
He had determined that I had to die by his shameful hand
The madman with the skull face,
The carriage forged in a nightmare,
drunk on fury,
under a wicked spell,
his infernal claws trembling not from fear —
But from the thrill of ending me.And I,
Just a girl in a pale embroidered dress,
Crowned with strands of gold and unarmed,
But not unguarded.For something stopped him.
Something unseen.
A force older than rot,
stronger than rage,
woven from secret whispers and gold light
spilt from my angelic protector gaze.The wheels screamed.
The demons reared.
And time stopped to exist
As the carriage froze inches from my heart.Behind me,
two hags —
with teeth like monuments and gums raw as hunger,
bald as ancient ruins,
laughed as if grace were weakness
and survival, shame.Their laughter didn’t touch me.
I walked on,
not broken.
Not bowed.
My feet were flame and precious gemstones.I passed through death
I passed through judgment
as one who had died before —
and been reborn
With mirrors behind her eyes
and dustless bones.No prayer was spoken.
No sword was drawn.
But a pact was sealed in starlight and crystal blaze.And so I say:
Nine are the circles, nine the keys.
I cloak myself in stone and destiny.
He who looks sees nothing, he who listens hears no sound,
But I stand guarded, armed with beauty,
And no evil enters where nine times I have said yes.
Elisabetta -
Twilight Shadows
Twilight shadows have haunted me since ages past,
granting me no peace, clutching at my heart,
seeking to offer it to their jagged, divine limbs.
Born free, I became a slave—
In a prison whose bars and chains
were unbreakable and unseen,
visible only to me,
As I perished day by day,
destroying every single one of my dreams.Their song had hypnotised and enchanted me, initially.
Then it became a funeral symphony, a mournful song,
which followed me everywhere and gave me no peace.
Although I sought refuge, tried to seek refuge,
in the most hidden hiding places of my imagination,
these spirits of the realm of shadows and torments pursued me everywhere.In enchantment and in fright, I found myself in a labyrinth of confusion and madness,
where reality was hallucination and illusions were reality.
I could no longer discern what my will truly desired.
I could no longer understand whether my madness was my salvation
or my wisdom was a source of death and oblivion.Fear and anguish had pierced my heart, which was now torn apart and could no longer hold any hope, any pleasure;
And so my body was covered with marks and symbols carved into my skin like arcane and profane signs,
sometimes mystic and sometimes sacred.And suddenly I found myself in a dark room of mirrors and shards that wounded me everywhere and tore my garment.
So battered, I went on, trying to find a way out. Still, in fact, the more I proceeded, the deeper I ventured into the labyrinth of a world that did not belong to me,
but demanded me and wanted my soul and my heart, even my remains as a deceased.Twilight shadows had become my only destiny, imperishable, unyielding and cruel,
from which it was impossible to escape.
I belonged to them like a helpless and powerless creature,
without hope of ever having a future of light and beauty.
Elisabetta -
The Magic Beneath Her Smile
The magic beneath her smile
In a hush of varnished sight
Her gaze held mine
She was not senseless
She was enigmatic
A timeless masterpiece
An eternal and sublime beauty
As if she knew everything about me
And all that I hadn’t yet dared to liveSeventeen-seventeen was the arcane message
She whispered to me in the gallery aura
Like a cypher and a vow
A painting is much more than a mirror
It is the reflection of a soul into a thin surface of eternityThe time became nineteen-nineteen
Like wings folding back into the surface of my body
An unlived existence was rising up from between my heart
And it was not a fairytale or a legend
But a secret signal and a door to another worldSurreal fantasies became my realm
And there I lingered silent and astonished
Immobile like a sphinx with staring eyes
Futile as I felt like the moments of bliss I lived in that magic kingdom of beauty and eternity
An exquisite world where my heart beat again joyfullyVanity and ephemeral dreams took me to mysterious places
Where I discovered new oddities and ancient secrets
I wouldn’t be able to understand which spell had been cast on me
I only knew I couldn’t resist the captivating labyrinth of artsThe magic beneath her smile concealed arcane mysteries
It wasn’t a prosaic artwork but a divine splendour
Dressed in centuries of varnish
Hid behind a shining crystal
Surrounded by fragments of timeless magnificence.
Elisabetta -
The Golden Mirage
The golden mirage appeared in front of me
I couldn’t perceive if I were dreaming or awake
But I could sense the magnificence of my vision
As I forgot all my anxieties and fears, I proceeded on my path
The deception of my fantasy could have betrayed me
Because it felt so tangible and discernibleI chased delusions and I couldn’t discern between reality and dream
I had lost all my purposes, wandering without any directions
My unintentional existence was a chimera
Just a delusional journey destined to end in the valley of desolation
In that barren stillness, I couldn’t find any awareness or hope
My delusional adventure conducted me into the abyss of despairI had lost everything and the enchanting, tainted spell transformed into a ruin
Distorted reflections of myself shimmered in giant golden mirrors
Sparkling in all their lush illusion beneath the silent stare of the stars
Every dream that blossomed in my imagination became a stone flower
Everything I ever desired was reduced to crumbles of dust
I felt the awareness that I had fallen victim to my own betrayalEvery piece of my heart had been burned like an inextinguishable flame
Wicked ghouls watched me from afar, sending me missives imbued with scorn and disdain
While a defending silence resounded all over the surreal realm of gold and darkness
Where absurdities and oddities governed as capricious rulers
In this kingdom of gilded trees and silver moons, there were no directions or tickling clocks
Everything seemed inert but also topsy-turvyMy sleepless sanity surrendered to madness
Overwhelmed by the outrage of my own fractured mind
I wept behind a veil made of ephemeral lies
The stars conspired against me, singing enigmas and riddles I couldn’t solve
Making me feel dizzy and desperate
I was a powerless creature in the realm of the golden mirage
I had become a mirage myself.
Elisabetta -
Under The Lights Of Dying Flames
Under the lights of dying flames
A dreaming image of myself appeared to me
It occurred in the chamber dimly lit
While outside, the wind kept knocking on the windowMy secrets became my blames
And I had to endure so much distress it couldn’t be kept inside the oceans
As far as I could ever imagine, my existence was bound to the fate of my dreams
Each instant resembled a drop of poison tainting my heartI remained asleep while the candles wept their wax onto the silver
And I was mourning the truth I couldn’t confess
Surrounded by shadows moving gracefully like ethereal skeletons
Turning me into a silhouette of grief and disdainI couldn’t understand if I were dead or alive
I couldn’t even perceive my body anymore
All I could sense was my frailty facing the abyss of despair
No presence, no voice, came to ease my sorrowThe squalid solitude paralysed me to my deathbed
I became intoxicated with the scent of incense and decay
Conscious in my unconsciousness that I had no hope or salvation
Silence crowned my invisible haven, similar to a vestige nailed to the walls of my mindI wandered incessantly through my thoughts like a ghost in a cathedral
Each memory of mine was a hollow and deformed ghoul
Dripping like wax from a long-forgotten candleI couldn’t escape from my nightmare because there was no awakening reserved for me
I was doomed to the segregation of dimness
The image of myself faded into smokeI vanished in the emptiness like smoke upon a mirror
Under the stare of my candelabra with their dying flames
No traces of me could have been found
No voice of mine was carved on the walls of eternityUnder the lights of dying flames, I became a shadow not even the moon could claim as its own.
Elisabetta