Coronuli, crowned with honeyed light,
restless fae of flickering flame,
child of the Sun, in twirling flight
casts fire below as his impish game.
Town and village feel his darts,
Striking fear in mortal hearts.

Nimbuli, she of the golden eyes,
with hidden form and blazing hair,
springs with lithe limbs from the skies,
her power grown with solar flare.
Field and fen she lays to waste,
Leaving all things desolate.

Embaruli, with crazed and burning skin,
that reveals its cracks - like lava-flow
on Zoaka's peak, lit from within,
with dangerous heat and ruddy glow.
Beneath his touch the forests weep,
the naiad woken from her sleep.

Mother Moon, who guides my way,
forgive my hand, my raised athame.
This fate was wrought in a bygone day,
when Sun's sweet light first fell to flame.
The Traitor's touch brought Soulless stain -
what price is life, won with such pain?

And you, sweet Sun-fae, lovely yet
despite all things: though madness sways
your Spirit now, I still protect.
Let silver moonfire quench your blaze, 
and free you from the battlefield -
to sleep, until the world is healed.