Whispered secrets of a shattered age, I summon you: renew this sage
Draw upon the breath of stars, And scorch the skies with fiery scars
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 legs 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
