And maybe it is the other way around

If they're still alive haunting my frozen, rigid face

And each time they visit they leave a spark

Penetrating

Suffocating

Punishing me

Punishing me

They

The primal reason

The force ripping from the bottom

Forcing two moments in time to become one

Two moments passing through space in unison

For they are the sunken city of dreams

An underwater friend

For they are phantoms born of madman's delusions brought to life

Or maybe it was the other way around

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 revellers in the blood-bedewed halls of their revel

And died each in the despairing posture of his fall

And the flames of the tripods expired

And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all