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...