Step into the shadowy realm of "Poe's Nightmares," a mesmerizing collection of short stories and poetry penned by the enigmatic Lady Eckland. This anthology is a tribute to the master of the macabre, Edgar Allan Poe, whose spectral whisper resonates...
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In the depths of night, where shadows fall, Beneath the moon's pale, spectral call, Lies a forgotten, ancient hall, Where echoes whisper through the wall.
Its windows dark, like sightless eyes, Stare blindly at the starless skies, While inside, something unseen lies, In silence, where the darkness sighs.
The air is thick with secrets old, In corridors where dust has rolled, And every stone, so damp and cold, Holds stories that are left untold.
A ghostly figure roams these halls, Its footsteps echo in the walls, A mournful, eerie voice that calls, In whispers, 'till the silence falls.
The night grows deeper, ever still, The air around turns sharp and chill, The phantom wanders, bound by will, To roam, yet never have its fill.
Beneath the moon's uncaring gaze, Through endless nights and hollow days, It wanders in a ceaseless haze, Trapped in a spectral, ghostly maze.
So hear the tale, take heed and beware, Of the phantom that lingers there, In the hall, so dark and bare, Where shadows dance in the ghostly air.
For in the night, when all is still, And frost lies thick upon the sill, The phantom walks, and always will, In the hall, so silent, cold, and chill.
