But see, amid the mimic routA crawling shape intrude!A blood-red thing that writhes from outThe scenic solitude!It writhes!- it writhes!- with mortal pangsThe mimes become its food,And seraphs sob at vermin fangsIn human gore imbued.Out- out are the lights- out all!And, over each quivering form,The curtain, a funeral pall,Comes down with the rush of a storm,While the angels, all pallid and wan,Uprising, unveiling, affir
In this excerpt by Edgar Allan Poe, the imagery evokes a scene of chaos and despair, where a monstrous entity disrupts a theatrical performance. It describes a horrific shape that emerges from solitude, bringing with it imagery of suffering and grotesque consumption. The mimes, representing the performers, are consumed by this red creature, highlighting the mortal danger encroaching on their art. The transition from a vibrant performance to a terrifying reality...
