I am dreadfully nervous
You fancy me insane
I assure you I'm not mad
My senses haven't waned
I know not when this thought was conceived
My plot to kill him
I loved the old man, don't you see?
Not once had he wronged me
If you must know the question why,
It was his eye!
Wicked eye, evil eye!
It makes my blood run cold
Cursed eye, vulture eye!
Makes me plan schemes so bold
His cursed eye
Is why he has to die.
Yes, it fills me with rage
The old man's eye vexes anyway.
It's funny how such gruesome acts
Aren't bad as they seem
I'm at his bedroom door
Time to enact my scheme
One careless mistake, the old man wakes!
Single ray from my lantern shines through!
The light hits upon his eye, yes he must die!
Kill him dead! Kill him dead!
Throw the bed over his head!
Kill him dead! Kill him dead!
Fill his heart full of dread!
Dismember the corpse
Bury it under the planks
The old man's hour had come!
Officers of the law arrive, I told them "look around".
A noise grows strong, I fear this beating sound.
The beating grows and grows, while the officers chat idly
Why must they taunt me so?
Oh God, I fear they know!
Tear the boards! Tear the boards!
Here's the body you're looking for!
Tear the boards! Tear the boards!
Quit mocking me so!
Villains depart!
I admit the deed!
It is the beating of his hideous heart!
His eye will never vex me again anyway.
I'm not entirely sure how or why I wrote this little bunny. I guess it's the result of boredom, an excessive amount of reading the works of Edgar Allan Poe and watching an equally excessive amount of Let it Go parodies on YouTube. Well I hope you enjoyed it.