*Vincent*

Vincent Mallow is seven years old. 

He's always polite and does what he's told. 

For a boy his ages, he's considerate and 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 spiders and bats. 

There, he could reflect on the horrors us invented,

And wander dark hallways, alone and tormented. 

Vincent is nice when his aunt comes to see him,

But imagines dipping her inward for his wax museum. 

He like to experiment on his dog, Abercrombie, 

In 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 of ghoulish crimes,

He likes to paint and read to pass some of the time. 

While other kids are reading 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 mothers 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 spent the rest of his life, 

Alone with a portrait of his beautiful wife. 

While alone and insane, encased in his tomb,

His mother burst suddenly into the room. 

She said "If you want to, you can go out and play,

It's beautiful 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 scrolled with a pen,

"I am possessed by this house and can never leave it again."

His mother said, "You are 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 are my son, 

I want you to go outside and have some real fun."

Her anger now spent, she walked out through the hall

And Vincent back slowly against the wall. 

The room started to sway, to shiver and creek,

This horrible insanity had reached its peak. 

He saw Abercrombie, his zombie slave

And hear his wife call from beyond the grave. 

She spoke from her coffin and made ghoulish commands

While through creaking walls reached skeleton hands. 

Every horror in his life that had crept through his dreams

Swept his mad laughter into terrible screams. 

To escape the madness he reached for the door

But fell limp and lifeless onto 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."

-Tim Burton