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An Eye for An Eye

I remember that day, all to well,
I remember when the world was like hell,
It was November, on the 7th day,
I had just arrived in America by ship,
Alton, Illinois, was where I would stay,
I went to the tavern, but didn’t drink a sip,
A man was shot, the tavern owner said,
He fought strong, now may he rest his head,

From my stool I arose, asking who,
the owners face was pale, eyes crystal blue,
I frightened him, when I spoke,
but I insisted, I did not Joke,
He spoke the location and name of the man,
I left in and instant, no need for a plan,
He was in his home, his family slept,
so in his door, I slowly crept,

I covered his mouth, and dragged him out,
He tried to fight, tried to scream, tried to shout,
I bent his head to the side, exposing his neck,
I feed on his life, right on his front deck,
I dropped his limp body, it fell without sound,
I slid away into the dark, never to be found;
May the shot man rest, may he find his spot in heaven,
for I will never forget that night, in 1837.