Does every fan of gothic literature, or only of the gothic genre, know Edgar Allan Poe? If not, you should definitely read some of his works. He mostly writes short stories, each more disturbing than the previous one. So, I figured I would do something very different than what I usually do here. I wrote a poem related to The Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe, written in 1843. If you do not know what it is, briefly, it is the story of a young man, killing a presumably blind old man for he has a pale blue eye that frustrates him. Of course, this is a very brief summary, but you may certainly want to read the short story before the following poem.
Like a Veiled Vulture Eye
Admit it. Too loud it is.
It beats. Again and again, louder and louder.
How could they know? They did.
They felt my agony, fear filled my fearful heart
Did they hear it too? Did EYE even?
Sure like vultures they smelled it, circled it.
They found it, and death it is.
The EYE was damned anyway.
Why keep lying? EYE was dead.
Horror went away with it, him, EYE. Old man kept it.
Brought it with its last breath in the dark depth of deep death.
Terror never left, how could it? The veil still is.
The I EYE was furious about. Not the old man. EYE swears. Not mad. EYE swear.
In the night, he went cold, paler and paler.
EYE cannot remember. Blue
Was it how it looked like? Was it?
Pale days and dark nights. Oh yes.
Blue it was.
But he did not know.
What interest was there in it if he knew? None EYE’d say.
EYE had secret that he ignored.
Ignorance killed him. EYE did not. Swear.
EYE lived for nothing. Out of all things nothing.
I loved the old man. I did and I do. It was only his EYE.
Truth is, EYE think, it haunted mEYEself.
Hunted. DAY. MIDNIGHT. SUNRISE.
Time never dies.
Like a vulture’s vexed veiled eye.
DelphineC
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