Pure little Lilith
Vincent"
Vincent Malloy is seven years old;
He's always polite and does what he's told.
For a boy his age, he's considerably nice,
But he wants to be just like Vincent Price.
He doesn't mind living with his sister, dog, and cats,
Though he'd rather share a home with spiderwebs 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 hopes of creating a horrible zombie.
So he and his horrible zombie dog
Can go searching for victims in the London fog.
His thoughts, though, aren't always 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 favourite 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 had been banished to the Tower of Doom,
Where he was sentenced to spend the rest of his life
Alone with the portrait of his beautful wife.
All alone and insane, incased in his doom,
Vincent's mother 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;
The years of isolation had made him quite weak.
So he took out some paper and sprawled 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 small boy.
You're seven years old and you are my son.
I want you to get outside and have some real fun."
Her anger - an hour spent - she walked out the door through the hall.
And while Vincent backed slowly against the wall,
The room started to sway, shiver, and creak.
His harbored insanity had reached it's 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 cracked walls reached skeleton hands.
Every horror in his life that had crept through his dreams
Swept his mad laughter to terrified screams.
To escape his madness, he reached for the door,
But fell limp and lifeless 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, that lies floating on the floor,
Shall be lifted nevermore."
--Tim Burton, 1982.
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Vincent Malloy is seven years old;
He's always polite and does what he's told.
For a boy his age, he's considerably nice,
But he wants to be just like Vincent Price.
He doesn't mind living with his sister, dog, and cats,
Though he'd rather share a home with spiderwebs 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 hopes of creating a horrible zombie.
So he and his horrible zombie dog
Can go searching for victims in the London fog.
His thoughts, though, aren't always 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 favourite 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 had been banished to the Tower of Doom,
Where he was sentenced to spend the rest of his life
Alone with the portrait of his beautful wife.
All alone and insane, incased in his doom,
Vincent's mother 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;
The years of isolation had made him quite weak.
So he took out some paper and sprawled 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 small boy.
You're seven years old and you are my son.
I want you to get outside and have some real fun."
Her anger - an hour spent - she walked out the door through the hall.
And while Vincent backed slowly against the wall,
The room started to sway, shiver, and creak.
His harbored insanity had reached it's 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 cracked walls reached skeleton hands.
Every horror in his life that had crept through his dreams
Swept his mad laughter to terrified screams.
To escape his madness, he reached for the door,
But fell limp and lifeless 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, that lies floating on the floor,
Shall be lifted nevermore."
--Tim Burton, 1982.
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