The Black Cat (Response poem to Poe's story "The Black Cat")
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A beautiful and sagacious creature
That black cat of mine.
He would follow me from here to there,
I cherished that feline.
My adoration for him was immense,
But would soon resign.
My character altered for the worse
With the baleful beverage.
While intoxicated one evening,
I longed for the beast's homage.
I seized the creature without a worry
And was wounded by its teeth.
Anger flooded into my being,
My personality was lost
As I gouged out the beast's eye.
Our companionship was dismissed,
His trust in me forever lost.
The beast began to evade my presence
Which caused me much grief an sadness,
For I still felt affection towards him.
But the woe soon turned to vexation
And with blind error,
I wished to destroy the creature.
One morn, I slipped a noose round its neck
And dangled it from a tree limb,
Agitated regret filling my body
While the lifeless thing swayed in the wind.
The animal had loved me
And rendered no reason for my actions.
In the evening of that dreadful day,
Flames enveloped my chamber,
Rousing me from a sleep.
A single wall outlasted the blaze,
With a bizarre adjustment to its image;
An etching of a giant cat
With a rope about its neck.
Terror flooded my being
As I gaped at the apparition.
What have I done?
I glanced at the garden where the cat hung
And found it was missing.
The damned creature!
Even in death, the cruel beast
Shall receive its revenge.
Much like the results of narcotic use,
The cat will destroy my sanity.