Whispered secrets of a shattered age,
I summon you, renew this sage.
Three suns aligned, pour forth their light,
And fill the archer’s bow with might.
Sheathe these feet in the driving gale,
Make swift these feet, o’er land I sail.
A whim, a thought, and more is sought,
Awake my mind, thy will be wrought.
By warmth of heart, your pain I feel,
Grant me the power your wounds to heal.
Feryl: Capture Chariot
Draw upon the breath of stars,
And fill the sky with fiery scars.
Ectar: Lancer Cycle – Protection
Shield this craft from one and all,
Reflect, deflect, depose and fall.
By what creeps, what crawls, by what does not,
Let all that grows recede and rot.
Powers of rot, obscuring truth,
What once was old, return to youth.
‘O mist-filled pits, dark, dank, unclear,
Touch all ‘fore me with frost-fingered fear.
By nature’s hand, by craft, by art,
What once was one, now fly apart.
The arrows turn, the sword rebel,
May nothing pierce this mortal shell.
Winds of sickness, illness most vile,
Strike down my enemy, with disease revile.
Wings of steel shall ride the breeze,
Invade the air, the land, the seas.