Thursday, August 29, 2013

Blood Was Its Avatar And Its Seal

And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a thief in the night. And one by one dropped the revellers in the blood-bedewed halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall. And the life of the ebony clock went out with that of the last of the gay. And the flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.

Edgar Allan Poe


Image by Emphatic Reprieve Photography.

2 comments:

girl6 said...

"And the life of the ebony clock went out with that of the last of the gay. And the flames of the tripods expired..."
totally just gave me the, brrrrrsss.
Gahhhhhhh, what a lead in.<333333333

& that Photo!!..swooooooooooooooon

ahhhh, the "Red Death" (visual) will Always be Lon Chaney Sr. for me..Yep, the "Mask of the Red Death"..

HalloweeNut said...

My all time favorite Poe story.

And girl6, I too always think of Chaney; "Man of a Thousand Faces", indeed.