From The Danse Macabre Prompt Standing on a Literary Legend’s Shoulders
Brainstormed and thought about how Red Death would enter Prince Prospero’s fortress-this is how I saw it:
It whispered in her ear
it was a shadow in the corner of his eye
it made their dog howl in despair at the stars
it trapped their cat in the window
and asked them as they stood there frozen in fear
with a voice as smooth and cold as bitter fog from a thousand cemeteries
” I’m here, won’t you welcome me in? “
It said to one and all
Politely.
Nothing was there
they insisted that night.
There nothing to see, nothing to hear
especially nothing to feel
nothing was there except a thin red veil
that covered the face of the Moon.
