The story of the vulture's eye
My story starts when the blue vulture eye met mine.
The old man's evil eye constantly mocks me day by day.
When it watches me, it sends quivers down my spine.
How the idea first came to my mind, I cannot say.
I wait 'til he is sleeping to carry out my plan.
For seven long nights I wait, but the eye is always closed.
Upon the eighth night, I was more cautious with this man.
This was the point in which I must keep my movements composed.
It was time to act. I rushed at him with full speed.
I overpowered him and crushed him under the bed.
I felt relief at the finishing of my deed.
I disposed of him under the floor boards. He was dead.
My conscience ran wild as the police came to solve the controversy.
The old man's heart beat haunted me as I begged for mercy.