The Black Cat (Response poem to Poe's story "The Black Cat")

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.