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 Abacrombie,
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 Allen 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, 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 Abacrombie 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,
So he and his horrible zombie
dog,
But fell limp and lifeless down on the floor.
His voice was soft and very
slow,
As he quoted The Raven from Edgar Allen Poe,
"And my soul from out
that shadow floating on the floor,
Shall be lifted--Nevermore!"