Vincent.

(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 nise,
But he wants to be just like Vincent Prise.
He doesn't mind living with his sister, dog and cats,
Through he'd rather share a home wits spders and bats.
There he could reflect on the horrors he's invented,
An wander dark hallways alone and tormented.
Vincent is nise when his aunt comes to see him,
But imagines dipping her in wax for his wax museum.
He likes to experiment on his dog Abocrombie
In he hopes of creating a horrible zombie.
So that he and his horrible zombie dog
Could go searchind for victims in the London fog.
His throughts aren't only of ghoulish crime
He likes to paint and read to pass some of 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.
Unware that her grave was his mother's flover 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 incased in his doom,
Vincent's mother burst suddenly into the room.
She said: "If you want, you can go out and play
It's sunny outside and a beautiful day".
Vincent tried to talk, but he just couldn't speak,
The years of isolation made him quite weak.
So he took out some paper and skrawled with a pen:
"I'm possessed by this house and can never leave it again".
His mother said: "You are not possessed and you not almost dead.
These dames you play are all in you head.
You are not Vincent Prise, you're Vincent Malloy.
You're not tormented or insane, you're just a young boy.
You're seven years old, and you are 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 horrored insantly had reached it's peak.
He saw Abocrombie, his zombie slave,
And heard his wife call from beyond the grave.
She spoke through her coffin and mage ghoulish demands,
While through cracking walls reached skeleton hands.
Every horror in his life that had crept through his dreams
Swept his mad laughter to terrified screams.
To escape the badhess, he reached for the door,
But fell limp and lifeless down on the floor.
His voise was soft and very slow
As he quoted "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe:
"And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted... Nevermore".