Answer:
Cycle Cycle Cycle.
I am the enemy of all that is good and right. Five letters--that is the length of my name. Remove the first and evil I remain
Where on earth do the ways always blow from the south?
Lovely and round, I shine with pale light, Grown in the darkness, a ladyβs delight.
What gets broken without being held?
What gets broken if itβs not kept?