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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 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.

She said: "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,
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 that lies floating on the floor,
Shall be lifted --Nevermore!"


�s itt egy ford�t�s, ami�rt nagyon nagy k�sz�net Merkur96-nak :)

Vincent Malloy h�t �ves

Udvarias �s k�szs�ges. �

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Egy fi� az � kor�ban kedves �s figyelmes

De � legsz�vesebben Vincent Price lenne.

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Nem b�nta, hogy h�ga, kutya macska vele �lnek,

B�r ink�bb lakott volna seregnyi p�kkal, s denev�rrel.

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Ott koncentr�lhatna a sok-sok horror tal�lm�nyra,

M�g a komor folyos�kat mag�nyosan, k�nzottan j�rja.

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Vincent kedves volt, mikor nagyn�nje j�tt hozz�,

De � viaszba m�rtotta volna, b�v�tve m�zeum�t.

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Szeretett k�s�rletezni kuty�j�n, Abacrombien,

Rem�lve, hogy kre�lhat egy sz�rny� zombit.

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�gy � �s borzaszt� zombi kuty�ja,

�ldozatuk kerest�k a k�d�s Londoni utc�kban.

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De nemcsak gonosz b�n�k�n t�rte fej�t,

Olvas�ssal, s fest�ssel t�lt�tte idej�t.

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M�g m�sok olyanokat olvastak, mint Go Jane Go,

Vincent kedvenc �r�ja Edgar Allen Poe.

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Egy este, mikor �pp �jabb r�mmes�t olvasott,

Az egyik szakaszn�l arc�ra borzalom fagyott. �

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Sz�rny� h�rek, amiket nem �lhet t�l szeg�ny,

Gy�ny�r� sz�p feles�g�t �lve eltemett�k.

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Hogy biztos legyen benne, s�rj�t ki�sta,

Nem tudva, hogy az anyja vir�g�gy�sa.

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Az anyja Vincentet szob�j�ba k�ldte,

Tudta, a v�gzet torny�ba lett sz�m�zve.

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Arra �t�lve, hogy �let�nek itt telj�k marad�ka,

Egyed�l, vele gy�ny�r� nej�nek portr�ja.

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Egyed�l, �r�lten �lt, s�rj�ba z�rva,

M�g hirtelen anyja t�rt a szob�ba.

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Ha akarsz, kimehetsz, s j�tszhatsz,

Odakinn meleg van, s egy csod�s nap v�r majd!

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Vincent pr�b�lt sz�lni, de tork�n egy hang sem f�rt,

Halkk�, gyeng�v� tette a sok�ves elszigetelts�g. �

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�gy pap�rt vett el�, arra firkantva toll�t,

„Ural e h�z, s �n el nem hagyhatom m�r.”

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� azt mondta: „Nem vagy fogoly, s nem vagy hal�lodon.

A j�t�kok, amiket j�tszol, mind a fejedben l�tod.

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Te nem Vincent Price, hanem Vincent Malloy vagy,

Csak kisfi� vagy, s nem vagy megk�nozva!

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„H�t �ves vagy, �s a fiam vagy!

Menj, �s j�tssz valami izgalmasat!”

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Haragja ezzel elm�lt, kis�t�lt csarnok�n,

M�g Vincent lassan a falhoz h�tr�lt.

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Remegve forgott az eg�sz szoba

Cs�cs�ra �rt m�r sz�rny� t�bolya.

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L�tta Abacrombiet, zombi szolg�j�t,

Hallotta a s�ron t�lr�l neje h�v�s�t.

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A s�rj�b�l sz�lt hozz�, k�vetelve k�rte,

S a repedt falakon csontkezek ny�ltak �rte.

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�let�nek minden horrora �tk�szott �lm�b�l,

F�ktelen kacaja r�m�lt sikolly� v�lt most.

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Hogy a t�bolyb�l kil�pjen, el kellett �rnie az ajt�t.

De � ernyedten, �lettelen ter�lt el a padl�n.

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Hangja halk, vontatott volt,

Ahogy Poet�l id�zte a Holl�t

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„Lelkem ez �rnyk�pt�l, mely szob�m padlat�ra j�r,
Nem menekszik soha m�r!”