Who shall choose, and who shall be Chosen?
The fabric weaves, the fabric is woven.
The First to come, the last to go,
the rivers run from the melting snow.
And all of those who deem to know
What purpose belies this unwholesome show
Are surely wrong,
They need not guess.
Who is so noble to pass this test?
Who will bond with the very best?
Who will breathe a dying breath?
Who will remain after all the rest?
Who, my friends? Who?
Can you guess?

GemQuest, Book III, The Shards