No sickness had ever been so deadly or fearful of seeing as it was that .The blood was his mark, the redness and the horror of the blood.
There were sharp pains and a sudden sense of that regret ran in circles on the head. Then it was bleeding through the skin and then, death!
The bright red spots on body and purple skin... the disease lasted, no more than half an hour.
Prospero, the ruler of the land when he saw die called his people a thousand of his friends healthy and happy. And I invite you to live in one of his palaces.
This was a building of large and beautiful stone that he had planned. Here they could forget about the disease, the Red death, and only had to look at themselves.
In its fifth month there, Prospero asked his friends to meet for a Festival of masks. There were seven romos.
The first room had fabric curtains blue and blue were its windows. The second was purple, and here were purple sales. The third was green, and so were the windows. The fourth was orange.The fifth was white.The sixth was violet.
But the seventh was black as night, but unlike the others where the windows were of equal color, there the windows had blood Scarlet color.