I looked him in the Eye
Shuddered, this was my I
As exploded the pyre
And the quivering lyre

I watched my soul fight in a fury
I had only seen with Poe
I shivered from skin to toe
That Eye, squinting, said ''Mary''

As the music - magnificent!
Fired the flickering flame - luminescent
Finally fondled my florid flank
My mind, my mild mind, went blank

Under my fading moonstone
His hand dropped one obol
I heard the knell of the night owl
The shrieking sound of my marrow bone

Beauty of the banished bride
Can you hear the fest from afar?
This is how his devouring pride
Slaughtered you on his altar

Your prince kissing other lips
Drinking from cups seducing sips
As his Eye, oh this petulant prying
Eye, was the last you were adoring!

January 29,2014
Inspired by Edgar Allan Poe's short story,  The Tell-Tale Heart