The waterfalls are real. All night it rained
On black rocks where eels
Slither and cling for centuries
Out there in the black hills.
or the lizards in the poem of that name:
Lizards are kin and can return to stone
At will. Transfixing a shield
Like a spear a lizard froze in the sun, a thing
Of bronze, yet quick. See the dart of his tongue!
by David Campbell