Were plain and diminished things to the heart's thicket. At the end of the days, she told him her secret. For she was not of woman, nor was she mortal, But daughter and heiress from a line of Dragons. For Huma the sky turned indifferent, cluttered by moons, The brief life of the grass mocked him, mocked his fathers, And the thorned light bristled on the gliding Mountain. But nameless she tendered a hope not in her keeping, That Paladine only might answer, that through his enduring wisdom She might step from forever, and there in her silver arms The promise of the grove might rise and flourish. For that wisdom Huma prayed, and the Stag returned, And east, through the desolate fields, through ash, Through cinders and blood, the harvest of dragons, Traveled Huma, cradled by dreams of the Silver Dragon, The Stag perpetual, a signal before him. At last the eventual harbor, a temple so far to the east That it lay where the east was ending. There Paladine appeared In a pool of stars and glory, announcing That of all choices, one most terrible had fallen to Huma. For Paladine knew that the heart is a nest of yearnings, That we can travel forever toward light, becoming What we can never be. For the bride of Huma could step into the devouring sun, Together they would return to the thatched shires And leave behind the secret of the Lance, the world Unpeopled in darkness, wed to the dragons. Or Huma could take on the Dragonlance, cleansing all Krynn Of death and invasion, of the green paths of his love. The hardest of choices, and Huma remembered How the Wilderness cloistered and baptized his first thoughts Beneath the sheltering sun, and now As the black moon wheeled and pivoted, drawing the air And the substance from Krynn, from the things of Krynn, From the grove, from the Mountain, from the abandoned shires, He would sleep, he would send it all away, For the choosing was all of the pain, and the choices Were heat on the hand when the arm has been severed. But she came to him, weeping and luminous, In a landscape of dreams, where he saw The world collapse and renew on the glint of the Lance. In her farewell lay collapse and renewal. Through his doomed veins the horizon burst. He took up the Dragonlance, he took up the story, The pale heat rushed through his rising arm And the sun and the three moons, waiting for wonders, Hung in the sky together. To the West Huma rode, to the High Clerist's Tower On the back of the Silver Dragon, And the path of their flight crossed over a desolate country Where the dead walked only, mouthing the names of dragons. And the men in the Tower, surrounded and riddled by dragons, By the cries of the dying, the roar in the ravenous air, Awaited the unspeakable silence, Awaited far worse, in fear that the crash of the senses Would end in a moment of nothing Where the mind lies down with its losses and darkness. But the winding of Huma's horn in the distance Danced on the battlements. All of Solamnia lifted Its face to the eastern sky, and the dragons Wheeled to the highest air, believing Some terrible change had come. From out of their tumult of wings, out of the chaos of dragons, Out of the heart of nothing, the Mother of Night, Aswirl in a blankness of colors, Swooped to the East, into the stare of the sun And the sky collapsed into silver and blankness. On the ground Huma lay, at his side a woman, Her silver skin broken, the promise of green Released from the gifts of her eyes. She whispered her name As the Queen of Darkness banked in the sky above Huma. She descended, the Mother of Night, And from the loft of the battlements, men saw shadows Boil on the colorless dive of her wings: A hovel of thatch and rushes, the heart of a Wilderness, A lost silver light spattered in terrible crimson, And then from the center of shadows Came a depth in which darkness itself was aglimmer, Denying all air, all light, all shadows. And thrusting his lance into emptiness, Huma fell to the sweetness of death, into abiding sunlight. Through the Lance, through the dear might and brotherhood Of those who must walk to the end of the breath and the senses, He banished the dragons back to the core of nothing, And the long lands blossomed in balance and music.
