Chase of Shapes

I can't simplify the tale, it's ancient, trust in me Brewin' in the cauldron's depths, a spell she set to be Chase the boy who stole a sip, her wisdom bound and free Transformation, endless chase, a goddess, can't you see? I can't simplify the myth, its power calls to me In the potion, words of old, a secret recipe With every stir, the magic grows, inside the cavern's gleam Through the night, the chase goes on, she's closer than he deems The boy becomes a hare so swift, with cunning in his eyes Yet Cerridwen, a greyhound fierce, matches his every stride The tale unfolds with each new form, a battle none can flee An endless chase, of shape and shift, through time's relentless sea