Meanwhile, Melody Muses…

There’s a way through the wet that will whisk you to dreams

Where Narnian kingdoms are just what they seem,

And elf-sprites and fairies more real than your skin

Cavort there, and frolic along with their kin;

The door only opens but once in 10 years,

And many will miss it in their short careers;

So when you hear hinges to ports in the sky

Hold on to the magic, lest it pass you by…