Broken Magic
I, the Sorceress....full of Power
Lose the power in a counter move...
I am in love with the Next One.
And I, the Enchantress,
Has been enchanted
Without a small slice of love
Leading out of a
Pointless Forrest.
"Hello," whatever your name will be.
You'll find me dying on the last
Silver shelled sand dune
Of a Grecian beach...
Summoned there by a God named
Chaos
Just before your sacrifice was due.
In the Seventh Moon of the Seventh Month
At the end of the Seventh Year,
Leave me lying in the starlight
While you run to save another life...
And I will disappear
With glorious explanations
To wherever Broken Magic goes...
And then you're on your own;
So weave your next spell with an almost
Religious care;
The next Sorceress you meet
In the deepest times of Past, Present and future...
In the magical designs of night
May not be quite as fair.
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