Vincent

written by Tim Burton
Vincent Malloy is seven years old, / He's always polite and does what
he's told. / For a boy his age he's considerate and nice, / But he
wants to be just like Vincent Price. / He doesn't mind living with his
sister, dog and cat, / Though he'd rather share a home with spiders
and bats. / There he could reflect on the horrors he's invented, / And
wander dark hallways alone and tormented. / Vincent is nice when his
aunt comes to see him, / But imagines dipping her in wax for his wax
museum. / He likes to experiment on his dog Abercrombie, / In the
hopes of creating a horrible zombie. / So he and his horrible zombie
dog, / Could go searching for victims in the London fog. / His
thoughts aren't only of ghoulish crime, / He likes to paint and read
to pass the time. / While other kids read books like Go Jane Go, /
Vincent's favorite author is Edgar Allan Poe. / One night while
reading a gruesome tale, / He read a passage that made him turn
pale. / Such horrible news he could not survive, / For his beautiful
wife had been buried alive. / He dug out her grave to make sure she
was dead, / Unaware that her grave was his mother's flower bed. / His
mother sent Vincent off to his room, / He knew he'd been banished to
the tower of doom. / Where he was sentenced to spend the rest of his
life, / Alone with a portrait of his beautiful wife. / While alone and
insane, encased in his tomb, / Vincent's mother suddenly burst into
the room. / "If you want to you can go outside and play. / It's sunny
outside and a beautiful day." / Vincent tried to talk, but he just
couldn't speak, / The years of isolation had made him quite weak. / So
he took out some paper, and scrawled with a pen, / "I am possessed by
this house, and can never leave it again." / His mother said, "You're
not possessed, and you're not almost dead. / These games that you play
are all in your head. / You're not Vincent Price, you're Vincent
Malloy. / You're not tormented or insane, you're just a young boy." /
"You're seven years old, and you're my son, / I want you to get
outside and have some real fun." / Her anger now spent, she walked out
through the hall, / While Vincent backed slowly against the wall. /
The room started to sway, to shiver and creak. / His horrid insanity
had reached its peak. / He saw Abercrombie his zombie slave, / And
heard his wife call from beyond the grave. / She spoke from her
coffin, and made ghoulish demands. / While through cracking walls
reached skeleton hands. / Every horror in his life that had crept
through his dreams, / Swept his mad laugh to terrified screams. / To
escape the madness, he reached for the door, / But fell limp and
lifeless down on the floor. / His voice was soft and very slow, / As
he quoted The Raven from Edgar Allan Poe, / "And my soul from out that
shadow that lies floating on the floor, / Shall be lifted - Nevermore!"

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