In Gardenview's decay, where "Dandy's World" once spun, A faded, painted backdrop, where shadows now have won. Twenty years have withered, since laughter filled the hall, A cancelled dream's dark echo, a haunting, silent call. Dandy, the showman broken, with eyes that shift and gleam, A dual existence, caught in a twisted, waking dream. He walks a fragile tightrope, 'tween sorrow and the rage, A master of deception, trapped upon a darkened stage. Ichor, black and viscous, through toonish veins it crawls, A cursed, corrupting essence, that shatters painted walls. His friends, once bright and vibrant, now crimson-eyed and stark, Their smiles a jagged mockery, consumed by endless dark. He made a fatal error, a twisted, cruel design, And turned his dearest partners, to monsters serpentine. He's bound within the shifting, 'tween sanity and dread, A haunted, broken showman, with demons in his head. His shop, a dusty relic, of memories he'd trade, For tapes, the lost recordings, a desperate crusade. To resurrect "Dandy's World," and mend the shattered past, He sells his fading treasures, hoping it will last. But patience wears to nothing, when silence fills the air, The ichor starts to simmer, a darkness he can't bear. His gentle mask begins to crack, a crimson flicker bright, Reflecting twisted visions, in the suffocating night. Ichor, black and viscous, through toonish veins it crawls, A cursed, corrupting essence, that shatters painted walls. His friends, once bright and vibrant, now crimson-eyed and stark, Their smiles a jagged mockery, consumed by endless dark. He made a fatal error, a twisted, cruel design, And turned his dearest partners, to monsters serpentine. He's bound within the shifting, 'tween sanity and dread, A haunted, broken showman, with demons in his head. The tapes, a fragile promise, a chance to set them free, To banish all the darkness, and find tranquility. But can a broken puppeteer, control a tangled string? Or is he doomed to witness, the chaos he did bring? The weight of his ambition, a crushing, heavy stone, To watch his friends succumb, to darkness, all alone. Ichor, black and viscous, through toonish veins it crawls, A cursed, corrupting essence, that shatters painted walls. His friends, once bright and vibrant, now crimson-eyed and stark, Their smiles a jagged mockery, consumed by endless dark. He made a fatal error, a twisted, cruel design, And turned his dearest partners, to monsters serpentine. He's bound within the shifting, 'tween sanity and dread, A haunted, broken showman, with demons in his head. "Dandy's World," a graveyard, where laughter used to bloom, Dandy's haunted echo, sealed within a tomb. The tapes, a fading beacon, in a sea of endless night, A desperate, hollow promise, lost to fading light. He sought to bring them glory, but only brought the fall, And Dandy's twisted legacy, will haunt us one and all.
