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"If you give Lanaia's dark poetry a little thought as you read it, you will have your very soul haunted with nightmares until you are screaming for mercy. Lanaia has the ability to thrust a reader into what must surely be her most frightening visions and past experiences. She is a true credit to the genre of horror.
Without a doubt, Lanaia's book is a very thought-provoking read."

Carl R. Merritt
Author of "Fleet of Angels" and "Abe's Tomb"

Welcome to the realm of Dark Poet Lanaia Lee. You will find on this page samples of her works, be able to purchase her books and much much more. Dare you venture into this place? Will you hear the tortured cries for help? The woeful pleading? Or the agonizing screams that will surround you at every turn? Prepare to engulf yourself into a world where Edgar Allan Poe still lives. Could Lanaia be Poes female reincarnation? Journey with us into the dark side, let us take leave of our bright, light filled world and allow Lanaia Lee to be our tour guide as we travel though realms unknown. Will we return? Can we return? Perhaps, perhaps nevermore.........

Now Available from Screams of Terror Publishing

"The Evil Side of Lanaia Lee - Enter If You Dare"

UPSTAIRS

Mama, don't send me up the dark stairs alone
You tell me since I've been bad something horrid will get me
As I walk up the stairs I hysterically cry and moan
The upstairs terrifies me, you see.

This big old house I bet is a hundred years old
No telling how many imprints of evil were left here
The upstairs is so dark, damp, and cold
Spank me mama, but don't send me up here.

I fear the evil man you said would get me
Don't you realize this will affect me the rest of my life?
Don't you care how I will grow up to be?
Not caring this would cause me such strife?

The darkness here feels like it is smothering me
I feel the pressure of the dark and it's hard to breath
I would rather take a beating than be up here, see
Oh, how I wish from this awful place I could leave.

So here I sit all alone imagining my worst fears
As a child this place I would have gladly defied
As an adult though I must dry my tears
But I will always remember this place that used to make me cry.