Vincent
Vincent Malloy is seven years old He's alwayspolite and does what he's told For a boy his age, he'sconsiderate and nice But he wants to be just like Vincent Price
He doesn't mind living with his sister, dog andcats Though he'd rather share a home with spiders and bats Therehe could reflect on the horrors he's invented And wander darkhallways, alone and tormented
Vincent is nice when his aunt comes to see him Butimagines dipping her in wax for his wax museum
He likes to experiment on his dog Abercrombie In thehopes of creating a horrible zombie So he and his horrible zombiedog Could go searching for victims in the London fog
His thoughts, though, aren't only of ghoulishcrimes He likes to paint and read to pass some of the times Whileother kids read books like Go, Jane, Go! Vincent's favouriteauthor is Edgar Allen Poe
One night, while reading a gruesome tale He read apassage that made him turn pale
Such horrible news he could not survive For hisbeautiful wife had been buried alive! He dug out her grave to makesure she was dead Unaware that her grave was his mother's flowerbed
His mother sent Vincent off to his room He knew he'dbeen banished to the tower of doom Where he was sentenced to spendthe rest of his life Alone with the portrait of his beautiful wife
While alone and insane encased in his tomb Vincent'smother burst suddenly into the room She said: "If you want to,you can go out and play It's sunny outside, and a beautiful day"
Vincent tried to talk, but he just couldn't speak Theyears of isolation had made him quite weak So he took out somepaper and scrawled with a pen: "I am possessed by this house,and can never leave it again" His mother said: "You're notpossessed, and you're not almost dead These games that you playare all in your head You're not Vincent Price, you're VincentMalloy You're not tormented or insane, you're just a youngboy You're seven years old and you are my son I want you toget outside and have some real fun."
Her anger now spent, she walked out through thehall And while Vincent backed slowly against the wall The roomstarted to swell, to shiver and creak His horrid insanity hadreached its peak
He saw Abercrombie, his zombie slave And heard hiswife call from beyond the grave She spoke from her coffin and madeghoulish demands While, through cracking walls, reached skeletonhands
Every horror in his life that had crept through hisdreams Swept his mad laughter to terrified screams! To escapethe madness, he reached for the door But fell limp and lifelessdown on the floor
His voice was soft and very slow As he quoted TheRaven from Edgar Allen Poe:
"and my soul from out that shadow that liesfloating on the floor shall be lifted? Nevermore..."
