Masque of Red Death

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A Poem

Submitted: September 15, 2012

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...One day at abbey wake 
Surrounded by a deadly plague 
The carnival 
Had started 

All people wore the masks 
The jesters did their task 
But their fun 
Was bounded... 

...There was the seventh room 
Filled by it's fear and gloom 
Illuminated 
By bright-red 

And everybody was afraid of the 
Sound of that room's clock bell 
Covered their 
Despaired brains... 

...But one man came to there 
And nervous prince declared 
To catch 
That man 

His face was hidden out 
Bihind the mask of skull 
He walked 
So straight 

The prince went furious 
With knife to seventh room 
Where the man 
Was standing 

And suddenly he turned around 
And prince fell to the ground 
Seemed he 
Was dead 

Then all the people died 
Fell down without a pride... 

...The carnival was ended 
With abbey colours faded 
And there was 
The triumph 
Of Red Death...


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