Faery Fire:
Light is illusion,
Dancing like summer breezes,
A welcome deceit.
Summon insects:
Creeping through dead leaves,
Even the smallest creatures
Can strip flesh from bone.
Warp wood:
Dead wood now twisted,
Once gave fruit to the hungry.
So must we all end.
Neutralise poison:
Now, the blood thickens.
As rivers freeze in winter,
So must this blood thaw.
Cure light wounds:
Even summer grass
Will grow back when it is cut.
Heal, then, like the grass.
Cure serious wounds:
Now is not the time
For this wound to take your life.
We still need your help.
Dispel Magic:
Belief in magic
Is like belief in seasons.
They will always turn.
Detect magic:
I can feel magic
Flowing around me like time.
I want to see it.