They set off from all that they have ever known, never to return, only to return to the to the ashes and dust that they once were. He had no choice but to ask her to dance. As this wind reached each guest, they pitched forward and were bleeding from every orifice before they hit the floor. Lenore, as the guests knew her, planned to woo Prospero and save both their lives with her elixir against the red death. We will take refuge in the mountains, start a new kingdom there, wait til Death has taken his collection of souls and til he is satisfied. Immediately he ascertained her intentions. The red death had infiltrated all rooms in the castle except for the black room. The heavy doors of the dank castle clanged shut and Prospero’s servants…show more content… Many didn’t want to leave their dying loved ones, possessions, and the land that they have known all of their lives. This was the only way that they knew that they could live and continue their lives, even thought it would never be the same. The prince contemplated for hours, days, as to how to contain this creature of death. Their chants were that of moans and screams from the pain and their eyes were whiter than the moon. It is a perpetuating cycle of never ending taking, never giving a second chance because all roads lead to one path, eternal sleep and silence. Prospero reached for the vial, but Lenore had other intentions. The disguises were both varied and elaborate. Suddenly, an earth-shattering noise emanated from the rest of the castle. His dark army will continuously grow that is until he has absolute rule over all and sees all. His disciples, his servants, his followers were always dressed for this occasion, dressed in blooded-red, dripping profuse amounts of blood, enough to fill a bucket if their clothes were to be rung out. Prince Prospero awoke, panting as though he were a dog, checking if he was in a dream or the real
