Literature
Transformations Of The Heart
First comes the Heart,
Weaving a good start.
Then comes Water,
Controlled by its Holder.
Then the Fire glazes,
Engulfing you in hot, wrathful Blazes.
Then the Earth sings,
Ah! Watch the vines swing.
Finally the Air blows,
Slightly tickling your nose.
The Powers awaken in the golden,
All these Elements belong to The Chosen.