Some kind of magic

It's ethereal, other worldly, some kind of magic,
It's some kind of magic that in all the swirling insanity of street lights and people, here you are with me, in the midst of it all; with me.
After everything has been broken, here we are, in what was built from the ruins- something stronger. The creaking swing sets whisper the story, quick breaths, quicker heart beats, the break. That great wall, the thunderous toppling, collapse, detachment. The ruins of a broken city, birthing an empire who's predictions and possibilities seemed to be of myth. Here births the magic. Here, I find you.