~Seven... A Lucky Number...?~

Seven colours once came together,
Seven different people tied in a bundle.
A chain held by a fragile link,
Though... it was thought to be the strongest string.

Seven days a week were they,
Each different personality, a different day.
An endless circle, neverending cycle.
A start with no end, an end with no start.

Impossible to break, never to go cold,
The impossible came true, unknown came known.
The link broke, the colours came undone,
Seven days a week were no more.

What once held dissapeared, once known gone,
What's left right now... is but scattered gems...
And memories of what was... Hope for what is...
And wishes of what will or will never be in the future...