The Spell.

Now I shed a tear
For everything I held dear.
The new, the old.
The warm, the cold.
Why do I have to be so bold?
I always laugh when I want to cry.
I want the truth, but tell a lie.
Yet here I dwell, in your heart.
Feeling torn, and ripped apart.
But still here I dwell.
In your heart the same as hell.
Until someone from the days of old.
Someone noble, brave, and bold.
Breaks this evil wizards spell.
Here I will remain, torn and cold.
In your heart, the same as hell…