You fancy me mad.
The disease has sharpened my senses.
I must rid of the Eye.
Thee vexed me.
You fancy me mad.

Moving slowly and being patient.
How could a madman be so cautious?
The Evil Eye,
must be banished.
You fancy me mad.

My power was felt throughout my whole body.
What was I to do?
The Eye, glistening mysteriously,
stared back at me.
You fancy me mad.

I could stand it no longer.
Groaning, I heard, in the pits of the soul.
Overcharged with awe.
Veiled was the Eye.
You fancy me mad.

My time was up.
I must complete the dirty task.
I worked in silence.
The Eye was no longer.
You fancy me mad.

Under the floorboards he went.
I heard a knock.
The authorities.
Invited to chat.
You fancy me mad.

Heart beat.
Possible? No.
Yes!