The Red Death By Maria Monologue

And there as they danced, encompassed in their own self-aggrandized jovialness until the twelfth hour of the clock sounded and a whisper parted through the crowd of a mysterious stranger. Still, after a moment of uncertainty, they once again began to sway, the rooms densely packed and beating with the heart of life, and whirling to the music. All as I lie hidden between the walls of the fortress known to none but my own hubris, watching in a steady silence. I look on at their dress, the vivid hues a poor reflection of my own tattered and dull cladding. Still, I voice a silent prayer, reminiscing over my narrow escape. As I peer on, I take notice of the figure which slowly becomes clearer and see the model of a maiden gradually coming into view.
Your handsomeness, my dear, almost reaches that of mine. Now answer me this, how come I’ve never seen you before?” He inquired staring into her eyes of ebony with great interest and apprehension. One surprise to find outside of describing his own
The Red Death once again grabbed hold of Prospero, her hands oozing through her poor and her body stained a deep Scarlett. “Why do you scorn me? Why do you retreat your hand? I am the path of truth. I am the beginning and the end. I am where all your deepest desires lead; I am destiny, but you think yourself better than fate.” She hissed and spat into Prospero's shrinking demeanor. “Oh, King of fools who march about like false prophets and lock themselves in gold towers. Oh lords of gluttony who feast like feudalists and think not of those who suffer under your imposed fealty. Oh, Knight of merriment which you hold selfishly to no one, as you dance and sway from dawn to dusk. Don’t you know that all that is ripe with vitality must eventually wrinkle and all that is blue must eventually wither away into the deepest crimson? Do you deny it, or do you deny it? Do you not wish to step into the night? Do you fear the snare? Let me show it to you then, true darkness.” And with one fluid movement, The Red Death planted