One of the nine playable characters in Final Fantasy 7, although probably the least important one. Having him is optional, and I never would have known he existed if I hadn't looked at the game box, got confused at the fact that it claimed there were nine characters, and checked the FAQ to find out whom I'd missed. Anyway, getting to the point, henceforth follows the tablature to the song that has Vincent's name attached to it, as it's the music plays in the background when you meet him in the Shinra Mansion basement.

The Nightmare is Beginning (Vincent)
By Nobuo Uematsu, from the soundtrack to Final Fantasy 7
(probably copyrighted by SquareSoft)


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(fingerstyle, let ring throughout)

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                                       (quick arpeggio - fermata)

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The short film by the godlike Tim Burton used stop-motion animation and cel animation, much like the Nightmare Before Christmas would twelve years later. In another Nightmare Before Christmas precursor, Vincent's gothic imaginary world appears in black and white, rather reminiscent of Halloweentown. There is no dialogue; instead, a poem written by Burton is read (by Vincent Price!) over the animation. The film is available on the special edition DVD of Nightmare... Here is the complete text of the poem.

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 house 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 Abercrombie,
In the hopes of creating a horrible zombie.
Then he and his horrible zombie-dog,
Could go searching for victims in the London Fog.

He thoughts though aren't only of goulish crime,
He likes to paint and read to pass some of 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 sent to the Tower of Doom,
Where he was to spend the rest of his life,
Alone with the portrait of his beautiful wife.

All alone and insane, encased in his tomb,
Vincent's mother burst suddenly into the room.
She said, "If you want, 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 scrawled with a pen,
"I'm 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 young boy.

You're seven years old and you are my son.
I want you to get outside, and have some real fun.
Her anger now spent she walked out the hall,
While Vincent backed slowly against the wall.

The room started to sway, to shiver and creak,
His horrid 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 goulish demands,
While through cracking walls reached skeleton hands.
Every horror in his life that had crept through his dreams,
Swept his mad laughter 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!"

P.S. This was all hand-transcribed, as I've never found a published copy of the poem. If any noders know where I can find one, please /msg me, as I'd dearly love to check my linebreaks. Thanks
As a young man
Vincent was not a poet
He could not make words sing and dance
He spoke only through brush strokes
Swirls of bright blue and gold

There were luminous street lights over sidewalk cafes
Fields of wildflowers ablaze with colour
And night skies so full of stars that it
Made Vincent
weightless
And his audience
breathless

But his written words were filled with anguish
A yearning for something just out of his reach
Canvas he was not able to transform

At the end of his life
Vincent, still no poet,
As his mind swirled into darkness
Bruises of black and grey

There were no brush strokes that could soothe his pain

thanks lometa

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