Cask of Amontillado Poem
*The Cask of Amontillado is a short story written by Edgar Allen Poe. I have written a poem about a possible alternate ending after the story.*
And you’ll know what it is in the end
When I take you apart, friend.
My benevolence has gone
You won’t be alive by dawn
You will get what you deserve
Can’t you see that?
I’m a monster.
But I’m not.
And it’s your fault.
Can’t you see that, you idiot?
And maybe I’ll forget,
The sweat be off my neck
But if it doesn’t, what then?
We’ll both die, time and again;
Tired and weary, I waited
While you were extolled
I hated it;
Soon it got old
Your grimace of pain
Matched your body and your chains
Impervious, the brick wall stood
You had a glimpse of hope; falsehood
A quintessential form of revenge
From your wrong I have avenged
Though now,
I am in jeopardy
I will take whatever be
Though confession may grant sweet relief
I have been the greatest thief
Shameful, I led on to jury
Nothing could subdue their fury
Hang by your neck until you are dead
Was the verdict that was said
A death for a death, fair in terms
What the jury then confirms
Hateful, I was lead to the stocks
With nothing but you on my mind
It is your fault
That i am now dead
Fortunato, from Montresor,
Your friend.
