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Seven pieces of a shattered soul
Scattered cross the world in a quest for control;
One in the Badger's cup
One in his family's ring,
One in the Snake's locket
One in the Raven's gem,
And one inside a diary
From when he was sixteen.
The last he put in a little baby accidentally,
Captured in a lightning bolt
That struck him where he lay;
Yet it did not kill because of
The love his mother gave.
And when all seven pieces
Had broken away,
Unchanging, never altering,
He must stagnate and decay.
For in all the world
Only one thing stays the same,
Everything will someday change;
And when there's nowhere left to go,
The change must come through death.