My prayers calm my soul, the chants substain me,
Soothing my mind, taming it like the serene sea.
I know I may be delicate, with barely any offense,
But I make up for that with my defense.

While your men are lured into battle for what others annoint,
I will stay by your side, always protecting your life points.
The opponents scare me not, their beasts never invoking,
Any fear or fright within my being.
Whilst they snarl and bare fangs in my face,
I sing, ever chanting in an even pace.

My element is of the pure shining light,
The noble force that will always grant me sight.
But I'm also a Spellcaster, with magic not few,
These gifts, I more than gladly lend to you.