Death invites us to enter
But not all acquiesce
Death offers to take our hand
Some are born to suffer
Others attempt to escape
The icy cold control
Death is like a fallen red rose
Once it has entered the ball
The masquerade party
Becomes silent and still
While all are required
To wear a masque
For once death's face
Can be seen at last
Triumphant
He walks
Down the staircase
He shocks
He offers doom
As he enters this room
The party goers
Are stunned
For who is this?
Why such a gaudy costume?
Are we meant to fear?
Quite yes you are
Oh my dear
“And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.”
Edgar Allan Poe
