[inspired by the work of Edgar Allen Poe]
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[I. Red Death]
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It was a time when life was short
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Long devastated was the land
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Never had there ever been
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A more fatal plague against all man
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Pungent pain, sudden faintness
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Your energy begins to fade
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As you stand there somewhat daunted
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You know 'Red Death' is on it's way
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Blood, blood, blood and more blood
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Profuse bleeding at the pores
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You watch your blood slowly sizzle
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As your flesh dissolves some more
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Screams of anguish, blood still flowing
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Pollutes the ground a rotten red
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Your time has come, you must meet your maker
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As you slip into the valley of the shadow of death
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[II. The Prince's Master Plan]
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All men feared this great disaster
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But the valiant Prince had the only answer
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For his majesty and his chosen ones
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The inception of new life would free them of contagion
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Magnificent it was this structure of seclusion
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Surrounded by these walls so massive yet elusive
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The gates were welded shut impervious to those forsaken
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Never letting go of the souls that were taken
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There was beauty, there was wine
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Ambrosia and sweet nectar
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Flowing from within
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All appliances of pleasure
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Inside the Master-Plan
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Providing noble lunacy
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Outside the palace gates
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'Red Death' just sits and waits for you
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[Narration:]
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It was toward the close of the fifth or
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sixth month of his seclusion, and while the
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pestilence raged most furiously abroad, that
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the Prince Prospreo entertained his thousand
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friends at a masked ball of the most unusual
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magnificence... Edgar Allen Poe (1809-1849)
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[III. The Masquerade including the Twelfth Hour and Return of the Red Death]
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Bizzare it was seven chambers
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Held this jubilee except for one
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It stood alone, the western wing
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Where no one shared it's offerings
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Blood tinted panes, brazier or fire
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Projects it's rays
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A clock stands tall, ominous
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It warns of death so soon to be
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So loud, so deep the guests pay heed
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The dissonant ring of ebony
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The crowd goes pale as darkness
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Shrouds the maskers in their revelry
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Then as the echos ceased
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A light laughter spread through the assembly
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And all is well
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Until the next chiming of old ebony
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The ebony clock struck the twelfth hour
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And everyting ceased as the revellers cowered
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The pendulum swings all still, all silent
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Save the voice of old ebony
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As the last chime died and sunk into silence
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Soon it was felt a presence so strange
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Tall and gaunt who is this masked figure
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Shrouded in habiliments of the grave?
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His blood splattered mask bore a striking resemblence
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The countenance of a rigid corpse
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He stalked to and fro in a slow, solemn movement
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Enraging the Duke, invasion of his sanctuary
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'Seize him, unmask him, ' commanded the prince
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'Who dares insult us with this blasphemous mockery?
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You'll hang at sunrise! '
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Not a person came forth it seemed like all was lost
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As the intruder make his way unimpeded
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An anon he went on trugged through each chamber
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Where the music once swelled and the dreams lived on and on
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The prince in pursuit dagger drawn aloft
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As the figure retreats to the seventh chamber
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He suddenly turns, a piercing sharp cry
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Now the Prince lay dead in the hall of the velvet...
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Then summoning the wild courage of despair,
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A throng of revellers at once threw themselves
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Into the black apartment, and seizing the mummer,
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Whose tall dark figure stood erect and motionless
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Within the shadow of the ebony clock, gasped
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In unutterable horror at finding the grave
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Cerements and corpse-like mask, which they
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Handled with so violent a rudeness, untenated
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By any tangible form.
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And now was acknowlegded the presence
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Of the Red Death. He had come as a thief
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In the night and one by one droppd the revellers
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In the blood-bedewed halls of their revel,
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And died each in the despairing posture of his fall.
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As the life of the ebony clock went out
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With that the last of the gay.
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And the flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness
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And Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all...
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[Edgar Allen Poe (1809-1849)]
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Masque Of The Red Death
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