Clinkle                            
      Clinkle                      
                     Clink 
                      
       Clirr       
                
                          
                                 
                                     
                                        
  The Humidity In The Cave Air Condense   
  Into Droplets In The Roof Of The Hall,  
    And Is Then Slowly Carried Down The   
   Arches, Where The Drops Melt Together  
   Until  They'Re Finally To  Heavy To  
  Cling. A Few Seconds In The Air, Then   
  They Hit The Crystals That Have Invaded 
        The    Stone    Floor.        
                                     
     The Crystals Are Scales, From The    
   Dragon. They Look Like Ice, But They   
  Are Not. Dragon Scales Are Made Of Nail 
    Tissue, And On The Dragon That Made   
     These, It Is Heavily Infused With    
  Quartz. In The Faint Light Of The Cave, 
        They Shimmer Pink And Teal.       
                                          
    The Dragon Is Translucent Like The    
 Scales, And As It Lies In The Middle Of  
   The Hall It Looks Little More Than A   
    Bump In The Pile. When Awake, When    
  Soaring, It Becomes A Facet Of The Sky  
  Itself. But Here And Now It Is Asleep,  
              And Dreaming.               
                                          
        It Is Dreaming About You...