With fur like glaciers, sparked with electric sheen,
Jolthog Cryst waltzes, a dazzling, icy scene.
No jolt of chaos, nor creature of pure light,
But prismatic dancer, where wonder takes flight.
Through crystal caverns, with shimmering grace,
It leaves trails of stardust, where frozen laughter plays.
Its voice, a melody, on crackling ice entwined,
Luring lost souls, with mysteries to find.
But beneath the beauty, a power slumbers deep,
Guiding weary travelers, where magic secrets sleep.
For Jolthog Cryst remembers, the ancient pact made true,
To guard the frozen wonder, bathed in hues anew.
So approach with reverence, and step with thoughtful stride,
Respect the stillness, where frozen wonders hide.
Offer not intrusion, but a heart that seeks to mend,
And Jolthog Cryst’s secrets, might gently descend.
With whispers carried on the frosty air,
It tests your spirit, to see if joy you dare.
For the dancer’s friendship, isn’t easily claimed,
It seeks a soul that sparkles, forever untamed.
Then, in the dance of ice and moonlit frost,
The crystal unveils its secrets, at what little cost.
It shares the magic, of laughter born of ice,
Where frozen joy ignites, and wonder takes its price.
And as the morning sun paints glaciers with its gleam,
Jolthog Cryst returns, to its crystal, frozen dream.
But in your heart, its laughter will remain,
A whisper of winter, joy mixed with frosty rain.
So close your eyes, beneath the starlit dome,
Let Jolthog Cryst’s spirit, guide you back to your own home.
For in the depths of wonder, where laughter softly gleams,
The prismatic dancer, forever watches your dreams.