In the Sewers

Once again they’re gone, we’re too late
Once again they somehow escaped
There’s no one here
Find their trail!
For our heads are all at stake
(Meanwhile…)
It’s been the same since the old times
In the annual time of the year
A crowd would gather at the shorelines
And the fairground of Ark would appear
Conjurers would come and reveal to them
A display of sights unseen
And the joy-filled hearts of the people
Got a glimpse beyond the veil
But on that particular day under the sun
Nothing could have prepared them for what was to come
For what he showed them shook their hearts
And tore their paradigms apart
They went mad, for they had seen too much
Too much for a mind to grasp
Out of control, they said their homes farewell
Went to the hills to build their own Mad Realm
Years later, two brothers, two of a kind
Rivaled in love and in life
Only one she could love, the one left behind
Pushed her from the Black Cliffs at night
Out of control, cursed by his brother’s spell
He was banished to the land of the expelled
Before us lies the place of which I tell
Welcome the Mad Realm