Vincent
Vincent Malloy is a good boy,
seven years and is very perbenino,
for his age was very rare under
but wants to look like Vincent Price.
He a cat, a dog and a sister
but only to a life more beautiful.
In horrid caves, the better to dream,
would like to live with reptiles and mice.
would live with their incredible horrors
prey feeling of icy sweat,
would wander in darkness dark
braving dangers without fear.
With wide smiles welcomes Aunt
would never let her go,
imagines, with great pleasure,
to make a statue for the museum waxes.
Torture every day his dog Abercrombie
hoping to draw a horrible zombie
with which to wander in the fog
to then massacre of unsuspecting victims.
not only wants incuter fear
also loves reading and painting.
Pinocchio and fairies, however, does not read,
he loves only the tales of Poe.
One night, reading the faint light
made a start to a story is grim,
his young wife that he loved so much
lay still alive in his coffin.
With mad rush began to dig,
wanted to dispel doubt that horrid,
but what was digging, he discovers that
the bedding was just that he loved Mama.
found himself locked in your room
of being imprisoned and imagined,
only comfort in so much pain
was the portrait of his great love.
While languishing, distressed and destroyed
the mother came and caught him in the act,
said, "if you want you can go play
it's sunny outside, you have to play ".
tried to speak but he lacked the breath
the sad prison had weakened,
wrote: "I am the victim of a spell,
from this tower will never go away."
She replied, "but that prisoner
head away from this silly thought
're not Vincent Price, you're Vincent Malloy,
you even understand it? sooner or later
are neither tormented or insane,
life you have not even mentioned,
're just a child of seven years
go to have fun and leave the worries. "
The mother left the room calmed
Vincent and destroyed the mur leaned,
that was when everything started to shake
and is carried away from the madness.
Abercrombie heard his dog barking
heard his wife call from beyond the grave
horrible things she asked
and skeletal hands reached out.
The horror of his exploded in deafening laughter
which quickly became a bloodcurdling scream,
prey to madness at the door came
but there dead, slumped to the ground.
With feeble voice the boy quoted
the words of the raven of Edgar Allan Poe:
"My soul from out that shadow over there
Shall be lifted nevermore,
never again ... never again. "
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