The Twelve colours of Xerosiane

Gold is my hue a colour so bold
Herald of fortune since old
Master me and my realm of time
And you shall always be a prime.

Silver is of logic and steel
All knowledge is our ideal
Metal are we body and mind
Creator designed and assigned.

Red is for passion and fire
Sleep we smoulder but raise in ire
We remain restrained unless stoked
Then become a dragon provoked.

Brown is the worked and laboured earth
The true test of a person's worth
Diligent and loyal to you
Hands on and hardy through and through.

Green is the grass so bountiful
Bringer of life and food fruitful
All is natural in this sphere
A green day will bring a good year.

Pink is the air and the fair breeze
Feather of feet and free of ease
Soaring carefree in the great sky
Our laughs and thoughts are all on high.

Purple is the vastness of space
Far is the influence of place
We control a gateway to far
Traversing past planets and star.

Blue is for the water of life
Near clear when calm yet deep is strife
Learn to sail the high tides and seas
Allows inner calm as you please.

White is the true light of the sun
Forever blessed is this one
Though this one is pure bright and fair
Of falsity they must beware.

Black is the darkness wrongly feared
Judge it not as it is appeared
This unchosen path is one forced
Its label of curse reinforced.

Orange is for the dry baked stone
Weather tested and hard as bone
Through strength and will it does prevail
Stands resolute never to fail.

Yellow is the empty desert
A private realm for the invert
Although this seems a barren land
With a destined hand it is grand.