Masque of Red DeathA Poem by thekingbased on a short storyThe Masque of Red Death Gorgeous masquerade. Hidden visages entice Infatuation In all but the onyx room With crimson lighting. Few dare to enter, Afraid of cryptic horrors Lurking deep inside. At midnights chiming, A masked shade adorned by blood Stood erect, gazing -- A stiff cadaver, A man, a funeral shroud Engulfed in Red Death. Fear clouds the group mind And Red Death strolls through the halls. It raises its gaze. Royalty drops cold. People surge, bent on justice, To reveal no man But the disease itself. Dread blankets carousing men While death seizes them. A rush of wind, the disease Fades in oblivion. © 2014 theking |
StatsAuthorthekingTXAboutTo every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late. And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds, For the ashes of his fathers And the temples of his Gods? more..Writing
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