It is the year 1895,
My mother died on my birthday,
I saw her kill herself,
I have visions of what will come to pass,
I discovered that magic truly is real,
I made friends that I never thought I would,
My name is Gemma Doyle,
I am the keeper of the Realms,
Circe is after me,
A strange boy told me to end my visions,
But I chased them anyway,
Pippa died in the Realms,
I have yet to face Circe,
My name is Gemma Doyle,
I am a sorceress,
I am a magic-wielder.