//------------------------------// // The Seven Bonds, by Masterweaver // Story: Group Precipitation // by FanOfMostEverything //------------------------------// The Seven Bonds A traditional Breezie song, as translated by P-Fluttershy of Cloudsdale Remember ye the seven ways the soul can twist and bind Ne'er forget the truth of things where'r wence your path wind Each has power, each has give, and learn them well you must No matter the power of the ones to whom ye give the trust. Earth tis hard to convince, and harder still to change Foundation of all that one is, do not ye rearrange Save for strength, for purest grant, for singer of the land And even then, only grant to those with gentle hand. Water flows through us all, no matter where we shall go The greatest hearts can ride the waves and alter fate's very flow Ware, though, lest ye forget the fickle core of life And ever find yourself caught in another's strife. Fire roars and twists and burns, ne'er stopping in its path Till at last its feed is done and ends its nameless wrath These pacts be brief, and quickly made, never do otherwise Lest ye become the very thing your brother now despise. Air binds us all to common realm, a joy in every breath And those without air or its bind shall slowly suffer death Yet soft is she, so gentle be, and only reach you out When the need for healing is around with not a single doubt. Song and laughter, screams and cries, the shadows of the night Bring hope and fear, doom and joy, wonderment and fright Wary are many of this power, and wary they should be For the greatest secrets is what in truth they'll see. Light and color may seem, to you, as calm as summer's day And there is some truth to those who think this way But ne'er forget that seeing one may blind you to another So only take this path for dearest friend or brother. And so at last we come to this, the highest of the self And I say never bind! For goodness or for wealth! Thought and magic and your core are one the same and true If this one you give away, no longer shall you be you. Around you see the many, the choices they have made, The twists their bindings gave and the games that they have played Go ye, child, to one realm or other, and choose your bindings well To greatest glory triumph! Or to utter ruin be fell.