After the Feast of Deep Fantasy
It was the best of times for Mindcliff where
The monsters cornered those who'd care,
So no one did. Let's party on
Before the best of times are gone
Before we sober up to face
The worst of times. They will replace
The best those monsters could provide.
Now even monsters want to hide.
Investigators tried to call,
But it's too late. They've blown it all.
At Mindcliff it is time to cry.
The story poisons like a lie,
But gives out deep, dark dreams in bed.
Tomorrow, true, they'll all are dead.