Jeffrey LeBlanc

The Masque of Death Jeffrey LeBlanc

Children of horror, we are standing before a powerful storm off the coast of Grand Isle, Louisiana. Fierce winds, arcs of luminescent lightning, and roaring thunderheads approach levelling the seaside community. In the cataclysm, twisting, tentacle shadows are forming from a place beyond dimensions. We watch a lone man's silhouette outside his camp standing before the storm. Yet, are we mistaken, as he fades in and out, in curious time as the arcs of lightning? As you smell the scent of rain, sea, and something ancient and dead, you hear ghastly laughs around you as the storm continues to approach. Shadows continue to whisper. There is no escape and no reprieve from the whisperers beyond. Out of the singed heart of cosmic horror, and electrifying arcs of slime, we introduce you to the terrifying dimensions of the mortal immortal, Isaac Abramovitch in "The Masque of Death". William Blake captured Isaac's nightmarish world so poignantly in the verses below. Cruelty has a Human HeartAnd Jealousy a Human FaceTerror, the Human Form DivineAnd Secrecy, the Human DressThe Human Dress, is forged IronThe Human Form, a fiery Forge. The Human Face, a Furnace seal'dThe Human Heart, its hungry Gorge -William Blake (A Divine Image) Follow on children of horror through winding, spiraling, dark dimensions as we journey ever on into thunderheads on sandy shores, shadowed waterways, fog-foetid bayous, and amongst the darkness of decayed swamp without torch, flashlight, or candle flame with only electric arcs to light our way. Those distant, shadowed whispers you hear are nothing to fear. And the tentacle monstrosity climbing out of a ripped dimension circling you can't be a d---, or can they? There's no such thing of course. Who is the traveler between dimensions in "The Masque of Death"? Can Isaac Abramovitch come to terms with his place in the universe and stop the demoniacal forces from the beyond?