Drip goes the water, trickling down,
-Underneath the mountain, deep below the ground.
Hush go the coins, with a shift and slid,
-That fill the chambers all around my hide.
Silent and still, its here within the halls.
-Deep within in the dark, where nothing crawls.
Click goes the doors on hinges of old,
-This mountain's tunnels are still to behold.
Tick go my claws, upon these tiles,
-The echoes that I hear, can go on for miles.
The sights within this palace, are only to my pleasure,
-The songs they emit, play only to those who treasure.
Long are the hours, as long as the years,
-While only these notes, are still sharp to my ears.
Strings of notes be what caverns play,
-As only they, know their audience's way.
First my tick, then its drip,
-followed by a hush and a single click,
These sounds I hear all day and night,
-It's these small things that bring me delight.
It's a medley you see, or perhaps you don't,
-It says more to me, then it had your folk.
Far from the clashes of swords and men,
-There is silence and peace within this den.
And so I listen and speak to these halls,
-For I am the only who answers its calls
And so here I stay and here I protect,
-This one small corner, that which I respect.