Analysis of Red Death
No antidote, no cure.
Inhabitants at best,
I will halt your future,
For I am the Red Death!
Keep your distance I say.
One touch, one breath alone,
Will send you to your grave,
Disorder to which I'm prone.
Small lacerations form.
The surface starts to itch,
No hindering this storm,
No repairing this glitch.
Lock your doors, turn the key.
I'll feed the need to bleed,
But you can't hide from me,
Red Death of destiny!
Scheme | XXXX XAXA BCBC DXDD |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11011 010011 111110 111011 111011 111101 111111 0101111 10101 010111 110011 101011 111101 110111 111111 111100 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 422 |
Words | 78 |
Sentences | 9 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 20 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 80 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 19 |
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Submitted on September 08, 2012
Modified on March 05, 2023
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