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.