Of Blood and Pores

This is based off Edgar Allen Poe's "The Masque of the Red Death"

 

Pain and blood,

Falling into the mud.

The plague has come,

And it's unknown from.

 

It quickly strikes,

And the blood fills the dikes.

Spilling from the pore,

The blood increases the gore.

 

The streets were filled with a stench,

That made passerby's noses clench.

With flowers pressed against their nose,

Of the bodies people dispose.

 

Meanwhile shut up in his palace,

Prince Prospero is oblivious to the upcoming malice.

During the party the clock did chime,

And with twelve strokes did it tell the time.

 

In came a stranger tall and gaunt,

The material that shrouded him was anything but taunt.

Little did the guests know,

This was the foe.

 

In he went to the room of black,

Of where people were much in lack.

The people fell with a single breath,

Onto the floor in death.

 

The "Red Death" had them,

And all of them did he condemn.

And this my friend,

Completes the story's end.

Reviews

[Raven: The Thought Hole]

Pain and blood,

Falling into the mud.

**i'd change it to "falling to the mud."

The blood increases the gore.

**increases doesn't seem vile or bitter enough of a word

During the party the clock did chime,

And with twelve strokes did it tell the time.

**LOVE THAT LINE!

Interesting allusion (can't think of other syn.) to Edger Allen Poe :-P.Lol well its a hell of a lot more concise than the red death, and it keeps the overall happenings. Cool tribute to Poe. Even if he's dead, we gotta keep his work alive eh?