Poetry 4 +___+Then came a knocking, officials to greet. A welcome of habit. Held no alarm. Suspicion’s senders were officers: three. They exuded self-content, assured charm. Lies proposed to them, foolishly believed. Paraded the place of my felony. Not one then questioned, unwisely deceived. Perfect portrayal of complacency. Yet, remorse murmured beneath the disguise, Continued attempt concealing his fall. Agonising beat, still none the wiser, The heart! Oh! How could such fools not hear all?Poetry 4 +___+
Marvel at I, at this act, at his end. Confession, uttered, I couldn’t a
Poerty 3 +___+Another piece in the jigsaw, heightened anxiety, Here, I stress once again for my own sanity. This terminal monotony would send me over. Beating, beating, beating! Each palpitation, a nail in the old man’s coffin. How ironic, this steady rhythm of life evoked my murderous motive.Poerty 3 +___+
The outcome? As dead as the hour.
Fury drove me forward, fear clenched my hand. One stride. His shriek: his last. His bed, upon which he retired, oppressed.
He lay to rest.
The tension to which I had succumbed departed. I smiled, yet the heart beat.
Now wha
Poetry 2 +___+He never suspected a thing. Veiling intent, I kept it distant. Provoking no suspicion, the mask of his demise. Upon the twelfth hour… I watched.Poetry 2 +___+
My scheming gone un-noticed, enhancing admiration, I could scarcely repress. The brilliance of this cunning - my leering may confess. No thought had he, to dream of this deed, an air of innocence upon him. His room cloaked in ebony, no means for him to see; My vigilant manner; no need. Another could have faltered here, I stilled my actions. As they fell into place.
“Who’s there?
Poetry +___+Rational intent perhaps plays its part, Since minds of madmen leave out all the rest. Though astute scheming may seem quite an art,Poetry +___+
My burden lies profoundly on my chest. His aged frailty, I will take without cause, Without forewarning; means without an aim. Passion lay dormant, not the fatal flaw, No craving need enhance my wealthy gain. Oh! I dread the gaze, sallow blue in tone, His foul stare piercing through me, causing fright. Glaring, like vultures peer - he has to go! Each penetrating glance, face ashen white.
Heed my actions! Be witness to my st
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