Twelve circles of imperfect light
Runed, aged, sought by warriors and by wizards and by bards
Created by swart groundlings in bargain unkept
Touched by the dead, new to the grave
Possessed and possessing

White light of ice immune to the mind
Black light breathes water who falls without weight
Green light is poison and bound to the earth
Violet light is harmful to touch unless welt
Amber light sees clearly through deserts of bone
Brass light, life drainer, will drainer, and freer of souls
Golden light of fire that never is lost
Silver light heals wounds of a body turned to rock
Misty light of air brings back pieces torn away
Liquid light of metal is quickness’ boon
Steel light has strength to barriers made by man
Yellow light is brightest through hot sand and fire

Summon the short man who’s death brought this nigh
Find the old heroes no longer existent
Search out the makers who led to this curse
Take to the forger twisted misshapen
Bring circles together and throw in holy fire
To restore the balance lost in the past