“All fled—all done, so lift me on the pyre—The Feast is over, and the lamps expire.”
“The lamps are burning and the starry sky is over it all.”
“It's all eggs and milk in here, and those have expiration dates, so.”
“He breathed once more, holding the air in his chest, as if it were not air but something more--a sweet taste of freedom, of all cares lifted, everything over and done.”
“The lamps are going out all over Europe; we shall not see them lit again in our lifetime.”
“And the life of the ebony clock went out with that of the last of the gay. And the flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.”