(Inspired by excerpt from Survivor by Chuck...
Perched atop ladder against storm-clouded marble...
Doest thou hunger?
Doest thou hunger...
One pill two pills
How lovely they burn...
The streets will soon be running red with blood.
All because of a demon of his own deadly kind...
When I'm looking out
Can you see in...
Once beating and strong, lays silent and cold
surrounded in granite, eyes liquid and gold...
One last battle must I fight, only to lose and die...
One last scream for you to hear, but I realize no...
The soft moonless night
Will wipe away my tear...
Though I am the mine
Of rum and wine...
What is happening to me?
Do I choose to only see what I want to see...
Based on The Masque of the Red Death by Edgar...
First person Point of View- The Red Death...
Beware the stare of Mary Shaw
She had no children only dolls...