Once upon a night, in the land of whispered thoughts,
little Johnny found a piece of enchanted lint.
It sparkled like forgotten hopes
and sang songs of marzipan clouds.
The plush purple unicorns danced gaily in threes,
each step an irony of expectations unmet.
As the jester moon grinned slyly,
Johnny tucked his relic away, safe from reality’s grasp.
Magic cupcakes and giggle worms invited him to a ball.
"One dance won't hurt," said the shadow in the corner,
its smile laced with sweetly sinister intentions.