The rock produced by lava

Scaly, rock hard surface
Like I'm touching a dragon is amazement
Rubbing against my cold deserted hands
I feel it stuck to me
So intrigued I want to know more
So delicate I it remains a secret...
To the world
Only that I know how I feel to what it does
Like a bond from me to magic
This is like a memory that is sort of tragic
The rock that is from lave, to rock, to me
This is it