Just some funky likkle poem thingy inspired by one of Tim Burton's early films, "Vincent." The end especially is homage to it, since Ansem's last words coincide with Vincent's. The film's about five or six minutes long and is about this kid who thinks he's dark and tormented, and wants to be just like Vincent Price, who does the narration. It's in the special features of the "Nightmare Before Christmas" DVD.
Yeah, I'm well aware the title sucks. I was at a loss. And I'm not very experienced with writing poetry, so bear with me, kudasai? Oh yeah, something important. Check the "This Just In" segment of my bio for more info, then give me your opinion in a review.
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Once long ago,
There was a king,
Chaos he'd bring,
Destruction he'd sow.
Ansem was his name,
He lived in a castle with machines he'd built,
And people he'd kill't,
But he lived there all the same.
At first he was content,
But the darkness crept in,
That ultimate den of sin,
And his lonely heart was rent.
Alone and mistaken,
He thought he had control,
He thought he was right, although
His sanity was taken.
The darkness obeyed him,
For the most part,
Though it secretly coveted his heart,
So it followed his whims.
It all went fine,
For a month or perhaps more,
Until the darkness tired of this human bore.
His heart it did bind.
Ansem felt weak,
Unable to move,
To fight,
Or even to speak.
'You're not our master,'
The horrible things said.
'You've only made our rule
Approach ever faster.'
'You're just some guy we liked,
Not special at all.
We'll have your body now,
So get lost, take a hike.'
As he lay there, his heart and soul rent,
His body dying,
His life force flying,
His strength spent;
He murmured this,
And nothing more:
'And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—nevermore.'
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