Masque Of The Red Death

Plague to end all plagues Seclusion, luxury For years we will thrive In this castle of Masquerades Heroded architecture Prospero, our prince to shield us all Ominous, tolling of the ebony clock Hour by hour, mnemonic metric of life Phantasm looms Illusion takes shape Snaking rooms, seven in all Deadly sins reign Amongst the patrons the Red Death appears Faceless evil come to reap Scarlett horror Braziers of fire light the walls Keeper of time in room of black Gothic windows of crimson red Bells of death, sound of doom The weighted pendulum will swing An equilibrium of life To and fro, to and fro Inevitable call Opulence, deep pockets Prophylaxis Elitist hierarchy Unready to fend off the coming onslaught Vertigo Hemorrhage Blasphemous Mockery His vesture was dabbled in blood Blood was its avatar and seal Putrid form, unrivaled gore Revelers unsuspecting Surrounded by hundreds of fun loving patrons As well as the welded gates for our safety Red Death will not impregnate this citadel Autonomous, phenomenon Grim token Appearing before me With costume in tow, surveying all the Masquerades Fools think they've cheated death Pestilence, the Red Death comes for all Corpse-like mask, the shape standing tall in the shadow Instant death, one by one the revelers fall A reaper stares Shrouded in the shadow of the clock Red Death holds dominion over all