In days of dusk and Weave-wrought thread The Seven walked where angels tread Each sister had a sacred name And power to rule in Mystra's reign Alustriel in moonlight stood Her voice a spell that stilled the wood And Laeral's gaze, like starlit steel Could soothe or strike, command or heal Echoes of the Chosen Singing through the night Woven into destiny From dusk to morning light As Elminster is watching With knowing, aging eyes His seven starlit daughters Still dance across the skies Syluné's ghost still haunts the storm She guards the Weave, her shape transformed Dove Falconhand, with steady aim Still answers when we call her name Alassra shaped the Weave through fire She gave her all for heart's desire And Qilué, with silent grace Brought Selûne's light to Lolth's dark place Echoes of the Chosen Singing through the night Woven into destiny From dusk to morning light As Elminster is watching With knowing, aging eyes As his seven starlit daughters Still dance across the skies Though temples fall and towers break The soul of magic will awake Their songs remain in stars and stone A seed of power yet unknown Elminster bears their stories still With weary strength and iron will Though gods may fall, he stands unbowed To guard the Weave, his final vow Echoes of the Chosen Still carry through the night Their voices stitched in every thread That holds the Weave alive Elminster has been waiting Where starlight meets the dawn As daughters of the goddess Weave future into song La-la-la