His eye
Was so
Creepy
I tried to
Be stealthy
Ah! but the door
It was
creaky
He shouted aloud
As I did the deed
Now he was dead
I could finally
sleep
Nothing against him
Not one grudge
But the vulture eye I
Tell you, he looked like a
creep
The men finally
Come over
Searching my home
But there's something
It's ticking, driving me
mad
Oh Lord!
The guilt I can stand it no more!
Look!
Here, under the floor!
They take me away
But I go knowing that it's
The most fun I've ever
**had
I'm not stealing this reference from Poe, I'm using it to write about this prompt: recreate your favorite poem in your own words.