Seven rooms full of color
Prisms of light fall on the revelers
Outside the corridor a brazier of fire
Projects its rays through the tinted gla**
Gigantic clock made of ebony
Pendulum swings to and fro
When the hour is to be struck
The revelers stop in their paces
To and fro in the chambers
Stalked a multitude of dreams
And these dreams writhed about
Taking their cue from the rooms
There was much of the beautiful
Much of the wanton
Much of the bizarre
Something of the terrible
And not just a little bit of that which might have excited disgust
And not just a little bit of that which might have excited disgust
One last chamber, the black chamber
With panes of scarlet, a deep blood color
Spectral image tall and gaunt
Shrouded as the grave
Mask conceals a stiffened corpse
Vesture shrouded in blood
The Red d**h had come
Like a thief in the night
And one by one the revelers dropped
And died in the posture of the tall
The ebony clock went out with the last
And the flames of the tripod expired
And Darkness and Decay and the Red d**h
Held dominion over all