ANNA LEE
By: Nathan Ashe
T’was a cold, gray and dark December
day
One I will remember, the day she came
my way
When first we met, a vision bright
And light the darkest night
From where she came no one does know
No prints she left in the snow
Tales of lore tell of Anna Lee, from
days of yore
Hair that’s fair, gold as the
sun and eyes of blue azure
Be warned tho’ her piercing stare
Heed not this warning if you dare
Many have come b’fore,
Now are gone there come so many more
To her they’re life blood ebbs,
She calls out from the grave
“Not true, I do deny”
‘Neath the ground she does not
lie
“Alive! Alive!” out loud
I call,
On deaf ears my call D’oth fall
On bleak and barren ground,
She walks without a sound
Tis’ my decision I make,
Blind to devastation left in Anna Lee’s
wake
Lured in her hypnotic gaze,
My mind locked in a foggy haze
Break free in hell I realize
She is now hideous and evil
Her beauty now has gone,
Eyes are blazing fire like the devil
A living corpse she has become,
“Run! Run away” I tell
myself b’gone
On softened ground, rain falls hard,
In this forgotten lonely graveyard
The sound behind me an eerie moan,
I trip and fall by a crumbling tombstone
In shock I see- the name reads
Anna Lee
“I Say to Ye, this cannot be!”
Out of the fog no longer walking,
Toward me she is floating
I lay on the ground shaking in fear,
Closer and closer she draws near
As light of day appears,
From a misty form Anna Lee disappears
Another moonlit night,
Her tormented soul will take flight
Young and old will flee,
To avoid the hideous sight of Anna
Lee
No longer a tale of lore,
Anna Lee walks the night forevermore
Copyright ã Nathan Ashe 2007
FOR EMILY
By: Nathan Ashe
Unearthly beauty
Raven hair and pallor white
An everlasting eternity
Alone she walks the night
Long gone is my Emily
The wind blows briskly
At the onset of fall
Under a harvest moon shining brightly
I think of my love, my all
I shed a tear for my Emily
We met on a night that was starry
In the dark her eyes were glowing
A mysterious entity
Her raven hair was shining
I long for my Emily
She moves about swiftly
I search throughout the night
My eyes are getting misty
At the break of dawns first light
I miss my Emily
Her voice whispers sweetly
Softly she call my name
I feel her touch so gently
Like a soft summer rain
Forever my love for Emily
Though I miss her greatly
My love for her has shown
In life I loved her dearly
I kneel by her tombstone
And lay a rose for Emily
©Copyright 2009
DARKEST NIGHT
By: Nathan Ashe
At nighttime the dark ones children
Dance in a sacrilegious cotillion
Dim embers glow in the pitch-blackness
I fear for this evil madness
In the graveyard spirits of the dead
arise
Mournful of a fate that caused their
demise
Across a vast sea of emptiness
A raven’s cry does break the
silence
Alone in my study strange shadows I
see
Dark hooded figures and demons vex
me
There is nowhere to hide this night
of fear
Ghastly figures mockingly jeer
From the heavens to the pits of hell
Legions of dark angels out of grace
fell
Condemned to eternal doom
From them there is no safe room
Pray thee, escape this most darkest
night
If only the gray gloom of morning light
A heavy rain puts out the dark ones
ashes
As lightning streaks and thunder crashes
No more do spirits swirl around
Back to their home beneath the ground
Until again the nighttime does fall
And chill the spine at the ravens call
Copyrightã Nathan Ashe 2005
HOUSE ON HAUNTED HILL
By: Nathan Ashe
It sits perched up on a hill
By itself like a lonely sentinel
The house left unattended
Remains as a picture in time suspended
It waits for once again to breathe new life
Bought by a man of wealth and his wife
The house no longer an eyesore
Has come to life once more
As the years pass madness grows
The darkness and true evil shows
In the dark dead of endless night
The owner in fear takes flight
The rumors of his wife’s demise
Cast a shroud of suspicion in everyone’s eyes
False are the rumors he states
A dark force to claim others awaits
Cursed is the ground the house sits on
Only sadness and gloom for everyone
For those who in doubt may be
A challenge set forth for those to see
A group is formed, they number five
A million to those who by dawn survive
Locked in with no way of escape
And no one knows each others fate
The nighttime orb shines bright
Casting eerie shadows in the night
Locked inside, haunting sounds they hear
Silent to others are their screams of fear
They now believe something controls their will
Inside the house on haunted hill
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MAURIA
By: Nathan
Ashe
It was
a dark stormy evening
The lightning
was brightly flashing
The thunder was
rumbling
Rain was heavy
and the wind was blowing
The dark gloomy
house looked foreboding
Through the dimly
lit halls Mauria was walking
Making her way
down the staircase delicately stepping
Her long silky
white night gown was flowing
In the light
of the hall her blond hair was glistening
At the door to my den Mauria
stood shivering
I felt her presence and looked
up from my reading
Mauria collapsed as to her
side I came running
But to late was I for Mauria
was no longer living
Gone but a fortenight I lay
here dreaming
I see her in the hallway to
me she is beckoning
As I approach she is slowly
disappearing
I awake with a start my name
I hear her whispering
Many years have gone by the
time is flying
By Mauria’s side I will
soon be standing
Copyrightã Nathan Ashe 2003
THE SPIRIT OF ANGELIQUE
By: Nathan Ashe
A dark eerie mansion sits on rugged
terrain
The rain falls hard against the window
pane
Wind in the trees blows fiercely this
night
Claps of thunder and lightning flashes
bright
Yeh, I walk these dark foreboding halls
I turn in start to sounds within the
walls
The sound of knocking gets louder and
louder
I hear my heart pound harder and harder
Her presence is felt in a cold sudden
chill
Draining my soul and weakening my will
My body is numb and my knees are weak
Atop the staircase I see the misty
form of Angelique
Her eyes like ruby’s and ablaze
with fire
In life she was every mans desire
As I stand here frozen in fear
Descending with open arms she draws
near
Alas, here I have come to believe
Knowing well that I must leave
In haste I run out into the storm
Leaving this tale to thee I warn
If in this house you hear the floor
above creak
Beware, and leave for it is the spirit
of Angelique
Copyrightã Nathan Ashe 2004
THE CURSE OF
BARCLAY HOUSE
Set among barren earth
Vegetation shows no rebirth
Streams and ponds had dried
Flowers and wildlife had died
Lord Barclay called his land cursed
Into his writing he was immersed
The house of Barclay looked desolate
Thru the manor footsteps would resonate
Empty were the long dark halls
Eerie sounds were heard within the
walls
Ill with a rare strange malady
Lord Barclay spent his time in the
study
The days of autumn grew shorter
And the house grew colder
Lady Barclay walked the night
Unable to tolerate the daylight
One day Laura Barclay’s
suitor arrived
From the city a two-day carriage ride
Shocked by the condition of the manor
He reeled at lady Barclay’s ashen
pallor
In the dimly lit drawing room he did
await
Pacing nervously with a steady gait
Then in walked lord Barclay sullen
with concern
You must leave this house to thee I
warn
To remain will only bring despair
Go quickly if for Laura you care
Alone without my Laura I will not go
To stay for her my love does show
Your decision to stay has sealed your
fate
I beg you heed what I say before its
to late
With this final warning the house did
shake
As if below the ground did quake
Laura Barclay entered looking pale
a snow
Sadly with a warning if you love me
you must go
Nay, I shall not, my love for you is
true
When I arrived a fear inside me grew
With sadness Laura showed him his room
Dark and dreary filled with gloom
In mid of night the suitor awoke, a
heavy feeling pressed
Lady Barclay bore the news his Laura
had passed
In disbelief her name out loud he cried
He could not believe she suddenly died
Throughout the night he could not sleep
By his Laura’s bedside a vigil
he did keep
At dawn lord Barclay entered more pale
than before
Instructing the suitor to carry her
to the main floor
In a coffin in the parlor, in death
she lay sleeping
In anguish he could swear she was breathing
With a start he announced she is living
Lord Barclay stated it’s only
your grieving
Guided by torchlight lord and suitor
carried the maiden
Thinking not of their heavy burden
Down the steep stairway to where family
is kept
In the dark narrow passage to the family
crypt
Lord Barclay requested the suitor to
remain
Until he was sure he was over his pain
Many days at the manor he did stay
Haunted by the thought of where his
Laura lay
Many nights he had been awakened by
screams
Not sure it was real or only hazy dreams
Awakened one night his name someone
did call
The suitor ventured through the dark
empty hall
Down the dark stone stairway
To where his Laura did lay
Horrified by an empty coffin he did
see
Signs of a terrifying fate, in haste
he did flee
Up a large staircase he bound to Lord
Barclay’s room
Finding the Lord and Lady awaiting
forthcoming doom
She’s alive out loud he cried
A fact that could not be denied
Lord Barclay claimed her malady had
made her mad
It had caused her to first appear to
be dead
The house again began to rumble
Pictures and fixtures began to tumble
Lady Barclay begged him go while you
can
The beginning of the end had just began
Away from this cursed house is what
he thought
His love was gone, his emotions he
fought
He ran down to the foyer as ceiling
beams crashed down
In the hallway he saw Laura in her
blood stained burial gown
Avoiding her horrifying gaze he ran
out the door
The house crumbled and burned ending
the Barclay’s evermore
Copyrightã Nathan Ashe 2004
THE GHOST OF
MARY
By: Nathan Ashe
The tale goes out far and wide
About a young girl who died
On a lonely road struck by a car
Her story is known near and far
At rest her soul will not be
Along this road her spirit you may see
People claim to have picked up Mary
Although the stories may vary
In a dress of white and hair of gold
To those she meets her touch is cold
She will dance the night away
Given a ride not a word she will say
The stories of this young girl are many
Some say her name may not really be Mary
A specter seen in the cemetery late night
Wandering around a lady in white
Though her real name might not be known
The different stories have grown
If you give her a ride down archer avenue
Passing the cemetery she’ll disappear
from view
Wherever her spirit may roam
This cemetery is where she calls home
To those who never heard this story
They call this spirit Resurrection Mary
ãCopyright Nathan Ashe 2004
Vampyres
By: Nathan Ashe
As the day ends and the sun sets
An eerie fog rolls over tombstones
and crypts
Shadowed by only a pale moonlight
They rise and walk, the children of
the night
Thru the ages the stories are told
They thirst for blood and their touch
is cold
In old world Europe the tales have
grown
To the old and young these tales are
known
Thru centuries it is said they have
lived
They walk at night they are undead
They move about in night’s foggy
haze
Their eyes are like burning embers
ablaze
Hideous features that are sunken and
drawn
They must return to their tomb before
dawn
Another night they will rise again
Their thirst for blood will then begin
From a wolf or bat to a creeping mist
Different forms they may enlist
From Europe to across the vast seas
Their malady is spread like a fearful
disease
Their pallor is ashen and teeth glistening
Their kiss will be another ones christening
The stories are told by the light of
a campfire
They are the living dead, they are
called Vampyre
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THE GHOST OF GLENBROOK MANOR
By: Nathan Ashe
Perched
high on a ridge above the Irish Sea
A
labyrinth of subterranean caverns honeycomb below me
The
castle is magnificent as any fine mansion around
Still
among common townsfolk, tales of terror abound
At
night it looks dark, eerie and foreboding
Wind
whistles thru’ her battlements as if a lost soul moaning
Nay!
A madman I am not as those around may believe
Blind
to all those fevered minds, ones appearance may deceive
Ghostly
sounds echo throughout these cavernous halls
The
wind carries those mournful sounds as nighttime falls
Along
the road – barren knarled trees, reach out as if to swallow
Lost
carriages and lives fuel horror stories throughout the hollow
T’was
a fortnight of All Hollows Eve this tale began
Lord
Palmer of Glen brook Manor, guided only by a single lantern
Fell
to his death on a damp stone stairway to a pitch-black abyss
For
days Lord Palmer not seen around, all believed something to be amiss
Many
nights the manor was dark, on All Hallows Eve his body was found
A
quiet dark night I took possession; the creaking door was the only sound
A
fool am I say thee, to stay in Glen brook Manor - then a fool I be
Wretched,
small minded gossipers – if there be a ghost, then show to me
They
say he appears – then wait I shall in the dark of All Hallows Eve
Light
from the fire pit cast eerie shadows, “Hark! Lord Palmer?” nay my eyes deceive
In
the hour of late, asleep I lay, startled awake in pitch black I stay
Outside
my chamber door the footsteps draw near, B’gone if thee a ghost, away!
Awake
I remain until first of light, above the trees at dawn
The
light of day tho’ a sky of gray, provide no comfort in the morn’
Still
shaken and rattled I am, from nights prior hath my mind perceived
“No!
I say, no.” give in to those tales I will not, last night I shall forget
Copyrightã Nathan Ashe 2007
than Ashe 2006
THE LAST MAN
By: Nathan Ashe
Thru these cavernous canyons of concrete
Under bleak foreboding gray skies
Amid barren trees that line the street
Wander a populace with fixed and glazed eyes
Aimlessly about these souls do wander
Not long ago, once alive like me
What moves these empty shells I sit and ponder
An uncertain future is all that I see
Was I the only person that did survive
No one listened to those that gave warning
They said this day would come, with no one alive
I ran and hid as the sirens were blaring
Now alone in a dark dungeon I roam
In search of life I must move town to town
Under darkness I search for a new home
No sign of life, I leave each city with a frown
Each day is like autumn cold and gray
I long for a clear blue sky or the moon to shine
Or even a bright star to light my way
This vast barren land I can call mine
Alas, after years I see the ocean from a hill
Below is a peaceful valley where rivers once ran
Now it is eerie so quiet and still
I bow my head and realize, I am the last man.
©Copyright 2009 NA
THE DARK SIDE
By: Nathan Ashe
The daytime sun shines bright
With a sky of sapphire blue
Dotted with puffy clouds of white
The ocean reflects the sky’s hue
Small children run and play
In fields with grass of emerald green
In a summer breeze, flowers and trees sway
All around the wonders of nature are seen
Though we live in a world of light
When shadows fall, one should be wary
For there is a side that’s dark as night
A side that’s cold and eerie
Lifeless trees stand dry and brittle
Grass no longer green and alive
Now sits brown and covered with thistle
Ponds now dry and nothing can survive
Ghosts and phantoms are seen across the land
Evil forces are felt in a creeping mist
Through pitch-black in a forest that has no end
Where stark reality, demons and specters do exist
To this world there’s those who are drawn
Others who fear the dark run and hide
The frightened ones await the approaching dawn
But alas, there’s no escape from the dark side
SEACLIFFE MANOR
By: Nathan Ashe
The ocean sprays a salty mist
Against a jagged rocky cliff
A dark and dreary mansion on a rise
Beneath the dark, gray gloomy skies
Wind whistles through lifeless trees
A mournful sound in the autumn breeze
Ghostly mists begin to take form
Thunder announces an approaching storm
Lightning flashes and thunder crashes
A heavy rain pounds and the sea thrashes
Night falls as the storm rages
The house withstood these storms thru
the ages
Inside creepy eerie sounds are heard
By those brave enough to have entered
In its day Seacliffe Manor was an elegant
palace
But now it is filled with an evil malice
Many generations have lived within
Now a couple’s inheritance will
begin
To break its curse will be in vain
Only to have its malady remain
Driven out in the dark of night
A terrified couple has taken flight
Once again dark, empty and alone it
stands
Seacliffe Manor awaits another soul
to command
Copyrightã Nathan Ashe 2005
The
Inheritance
By: Nathan Ashe
Many shades of
gray
On a dark gloomy
day
Shadows cast,
look so forlorn
In the dreary
early dawn
Wind thru barren
trees, does whistle
By an eerie mansion
overgrown with thistle
Life there does
not abound
Only the wind
will make a sound
Vexed by a burning
passion
Madness brings
me to this mansion
Here am I with
hesitance
May this be my
inheritance
Stories of this
house are told
Not a soul crosses
the threshold
Foolish am I
To find out why
I recall the
stories gave me a scare
They say only
enter if you dare
Curiosity begins
my query
Of why this house
is dark and eerie
What lies beyond
this door
Makes me wonder
even more
Inside a grim
secret lies
A family bond
that ties
Shadows and phantoms
I see
The nights I
spent only number three
My mind says
from here be gone
In my heart I
feel this is my home
Ghostly figures
approach me
Into the night
I try to flee
Blinded by fear,
I do not see
The giant oak
in front of me
The house to
my soul it calls
Forever my fate,
to walk these halls
Once again the
house is silent
Until we call
the next inheritant
Copyright ã Nathan Ashe 2008
Sean Kelly
By: Nathan Ashe
The tale is told
By folks who know
They tell a weary stranger
The lore from days of old
Of the ghost who walks the valley
The specter of Sean Kelly
They tell his tale around a fire
In his beloved land of Eire
What caused him to wander alone
A reason may never be known
On a foggy night dark and eerie
You may see the ghost of Sean Kelly
He walked the land
A gunee sack at his side
And a walking stick in his hand
With no home to call his own
By night he would roam
Accepting no help from anyone
Old and tired was he
Recalling the days he sailed the sea
He lived alone
And had no family
The sad tale of Sean Kelly
No one knows of his demise
Found lying beneath stormy skies
Laid to rest in an old church yard
Some see him standing guard
If at night you hear the cry of a Banshee
You may see the ghost of Sean Kelly
Copyrightã Nathan Ashe 2008
MIDNIGHT RENDEZOUS
By: Nathan Ashe
Moonlight shows
a swirling mist
Blades of grass glisten where the dew has kissed
Meet me here just before the early morn
And together we can share the dawn
Shadows of the night begin to fade
Daylight shows a golden shade
The daytime has begun anew
Meet me here again just like you always do
I can’t wait for night to fall again
Meet me here when the day is at its end
Here it is another moonlit night
The tombstone shadows fade from sight
All that I can see is only you and me
Nighttime tricks our eyes to what we see
Beyond this lonely graveyard lies a sullen lake
Meet me there after you awake
We’ll dance across the calm glassy water
And I will hold on tight if you should falter
All our fear and pain will be forgotten
As we dance and swirl our way to heaven
Gather all your thoughts for life is just a road
What you think is or is not reality
May just be a haunting memory
And at the end of life’s road
The only thing that’s left is eternity
ãCopyright
Nathan Ashe 2001
A
Curse
By:
Nathan Ashe
Observation of things I see
Insight
to realms uncontrolled by me
Dimensions
of my sight and mind
A
dark expanse of eerie forms I find
Many
visions in my mind’s eye
Some
are just dark as a night sky
A
gift I have some may say
A curse
I think as in bed I lay
Safely
I stay within my room
Sheltered
from nights foggy gloom
An
ability to delve into ones psyche
The
curse that is borne by me
Whether
a dream or ghostly vision
To
their mournful cries I listen
Among
us tormented souls may be
Some
calm and at peace I see
At
a time when the mournful cries cease
I’ll
have a feeling their at peace
My
only solace is to take flight
Out
of this metropolis into the night
Once
again reality sets in
As
a new day will soon begin
A
gift all others seem to see
I
know it is a curse that haunts me
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THE UNDEAD
By:
Nathan Ashe
Life
that I have known
Like
time is past and gone
Into
eternity events have lapsed
Memories
can only be re-capped
A
life that I once knew
Has
faded like twilights amber hue
I
long for sunshine bright
Fate
has kept me in the night
I
have the cunning of a wolf
And
swifter than a horses hoof
The
strength like that of a hundred
I
now have joined my kindred
Life
is now an eternal darkness
No
more the touch of a lovers caress
O’er
land and shining sea
Once
discovered I must flee
A
horrific monster am I
If
clever enough I will not die
All
my wealth I would give
If
once again I could live
Life
I have is endless bloodlust
A
trance is how I gain ones trust
Another’s
blood is how I live
To
me they helplessly give
From
night to endless night
Whether
pitch black or bright moonlight
In
search of blood I roam the land
Moving
about without a sound
They
say my eyes glow like fire
I
am undead, I am called vampire
©copyright
NA 2009
WHISPERS IN THE WIND
By:
Nathan Ashe
A storm is on the
rise
Lightning brightens
the skies
A strong fall
breeze
Blows thru barren
trees
You can listen to
the sound
Of whispers in the
wind
Beneath clouds of
gray
At the last light
of day
Everything is still
A fall wind brings a chill
Not a bird will
make a sound
Only whispers in
the wind
Tombstones cast
eerie shadows
As fog covers the
meadows
In the dark of
night
Clouds cover the
moons light
Nowhere is there a
sound
Just whispers in
the wind
They call out in
the night
But most will flee
in fright
Their mournful cry
you hear
It is the unknown
you fear
Those lost souls
will abound
And
cast whispers
in the wind
Amid this lonely
graveyard
A misty sentinel
stands guard
Haunted this
graveyard may be
At nightfall the
faint of heart will flee
Restless souls
below the ground
Are the whispers in
the wind
Copyright
2009 Nathan Ashe
AFTERGLOW
By: Nathan
Ashe
On a night that’s dark and dreary
After
a day that’s long and weary
Alone
in my den I come to rest
On
my chair that’s soft as a robins
nest
The
wind outside is fiercely blowing
I
see a branch on the window tapping
Settled
in for a long stormy night
I
sit and read by single candlelight
Later
that evening I doze off dreaming
Nightmares
of phantoms and creatures
screeching
Running
thru labyrinths of corridors
Dark
and filled with macabre horrors
From
grotesque, disfigured souls I flee
Thru
a misty darkness endless as a vast
sea
I
see myself falling in a dark black
hole
I
come to rest on a grassy knoll
With
a loud rumble of thunder I awaken
In
darkness I sit startled and shaken
A
lightning flash brightens the room
I
have an eerie feeling of gloom
To
calm my nerves I go to the liquor
pantry
My
hands shaking I pour myself a brandy
All
my fears have come to pass
Vile
creature’s from my dream amass
In
a golden light again I arise
I
look around in surprise
My
house is empty everything is gone
I
know that I am all alone
no
more do I have anything to show
I
now realize, I’m in the afterglow
©Copyright 2009