[Lawtan]

Slowly, the lights flicker out one by one, until there is only the fire and a weird glow from her eyes as the dragoness moves to sit up in the beanbag.

There is a poem from centuries ago, a rhyme if you will. Hmm...how does it go? I can't recall the full story, but I can still give you a rhyme I think:


Eyes of gold and chocolate chip,
Many, spinning round as whip,
Center of a still cherry heart,
Caramel dancing across and apart,
Empty feet of angel's shadow,
Leap across the snowchild below,
Size of ten and a hundred men,
Mouthless the air itself they rend,
A feast of salts, of water and cold,
Produce a spittle of ice cream bold,
Such the Snowhanhim tread the world,
Chasing frost with cocoa-eyes unfurled.