Nothing is normal here
Even the cement has seen magic's curse,
created by a heart,
ripped out in vengeance's name.
Cold hard heart,
cold hard ground,
where is what you know now?
Every single day it's the same,
the same leaves fall,
the same people smile,
and the same ones weep.
The cement never breaks,
it never changes.
Created by cold blood,
never changing,
simply going on and on.
A curse was cast,
and here they are now
trapped in the same world.
Day after day,
still the same,
on and on,
waiting for cracks in the cement on the ground.
But they never come.
