“DOWN — Certainly, Relentlessly Down! It Vibrated Within Three-Inches Of My Bosom…”

I Struggled Violently, Furiously, To Free My Left Arm. This Was Free Only From The Elbow To The Hand. I Could Reach The Latter, From The Platter Beside Me, To My Mouth, With Great Effort, But No Farther. Could I Have Broken The Fastenings Above The Elbow, I Would Have Seized And Attempted To Arrest The Pendulum. I Might As Well Have Attempted To Arrest An Avalanche! …

EDGAR ALLAN POE

(From His THE PIT And THE PENDULUM)

“…For A Moment, She Remained Trembling And Reeling To And Fro Upon The Threshold…”

“…Then, With A Low Moaning Cry, Fell Heavily Inward Upon The Person Of Her Brother, And In Her Violent And Now Final Death-Agonies, Bore Him To The Floor A Corpse, And A Victim To The Terrors He Had Anticipated. …”

EDGAR ALLAN POE

THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF USHER

“…And Now Was Acknowledged The Presence Of The Red Death…”

…He Had Come Like A Thief In The Night. And One By One Dropped The Revelers In The Blood-Bedewed Halls Of Their Revel, And Died Each In The Despairing Posture Of His Fall…

…And The Life Of The Ebony Clock Went Out With That Of The Last Of The Gay. And The Flames Of The Tripods  Expired. And Darkness And Decay And The Red Death Held Illimitable Dominion Over All.

EDGAR ALLAN POE

THE MASQUE OF THE RED DEATH