**After a dozen feet down the dark corridor you navigate by
touch, following the walls, your foot splashes water as you step into a shallow puddle. As you step back, a soft glow begins
to shine from the floor. The puddle seems to be much
deeper than what you stepped in, and you see a colorful...
something... floating not so far under the surface. You bend
down for a closer look. The something forms into a jumble of
letters, which rise to the surface of the water, spelling out
words, before they fall back to the jumble.**
Metamorphous
Once in the land of Longago...
On the shore of Nevermore
There lived a lonely dragon...
who survived medieval war...
He was caught up in a daydream
of knights and maidens faire...
because to think of other things
was more than he could bare...
His heart was pure and gentle
His spirit tried and true....
He seemed a beast of fierceness
to folks like me and you...
One day he simply melted
to ashes blownto sea....
and washed across the waters
to Abetterplacetobe...
'Twas there among the driftwood
he 'rose and flew again...
a thing of winged beauty...
an angel born to men...
To those contrite in spirit...
there comes the noble call...
there is a wounded healer
to be born within us all.
The sword of faith is mighty...
The fire of hope burns on...
even in a dragon's heart
long after he is gone...
In the Land of Happy Endings...
In a book not put to pen...
there's love and peace
and dreams come true...
for all good beasts and men....
written for Chris
-by jennifer grant-
**The final words fall back under the surface of the
water. The soft glow begins to dim. Before it fully dies out
you manage to use the light to return to the hall.**
"Metamorphus" written and copywritted by Jennifer Grant, 2000.