"A gigantic clock of ebony. It's pendulum swung to and fro with a dull, heavy, monotonous clang."
"And, anon, there strikes the ebony clock which stands in the hall of the velvet. And then, for a moment, all is still, and all is silent save the voice of the clock. The dreams are stiff frozen as they stand. But the echoes of the chime die away- they have endured but an instant- and a light, half-subdued laughter floats after them as they depart. And now again the music swells, and the dreams live, and writhe to and fro more merrily than ever.
"The ebony clock strikes midnight. At this time, everything stops. All of a sudden, a man appears that no one has noticed before. All you can see are his eye, and he is dressed as the plague. The people of the masquerade are furious that he is doing such a thing."
"There was a sharp cry- and the dagger dropped gleaming upon the sable carpet, upon which, instantly afterward, fell prostrate in death the Prince Prospero."
"Whose tall figure stood erect and motionless within the shadow of the ebony clock, gasped in unutterable horror at finding the grave cerements and corpse-like mask."
"And the life of the ebony clock went out with that of the last of the gay." The ebony clock represents the passing of life and the inevitable comings of death. It symbolizes that even the richest of the elite also have death coming their way, no matter how much they'd like to believe differently.