The Cask of Amontillado

For one so cultered I find you abhorrant For one so arrogant I conspire to decieve Something to pique your interest Of high quality I devise a plan to lead you away from eyes And so at my direction we descend into the catacombs Down ancient corridors, littered with bones Greed has blinded your drunken mind You insist we press forward We have gone far deeper than anyone goes I give you a drink of wine, to quench your thirst In your intoxication, you never had a chance I slip the chains around and lock them Much to your disbelief And now you're laughing! You think this is a jest! Believing it to be some ruse, meant for amusement I slowly uncover the bricks and mortar I'd hidden And begin building the wall that will be your tomb The wall is rising, and still you don't believe I seal the top to the sound of your laughter