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.