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 blown to 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....

-by Jennifer Grant

written for Chris Billingsley...a lover of dragons...

who healed the wounded of war as a medic

in the U.S. Air Force

thank you...love and light...