Poe is well known poet for his particularly weird taste of thinking. In this very poem he puts himself in the shoes of an everyday man who is driven to murder by an old man. The man does not provoke or inflame him, but his eye the so called evil eye by the yong man, makes him to think of murdering the peacefull old man. And there is no doubt in his mind that this is what he has to do. So without further thinking he goes every night into the chamber of the old man and watches him. But the eye-the vulture eye- is closed,giving no reason to kill the old man.And on the eighth night the inevitable happens. As he goes in the pitch black room he makes a sound, a tiny tiny inappreciable sound. And the old man awakes. As they stand there for hours, not moving a muscle, the old man's heart starts to race. In fear of neighbours getting awaked by the deafening sound the young man storms in and shuts the eye close once and for all.