The flame burning low,
long since the dragon spat it out
the decadence burned it down
eternal the flame
as long as it’s fueled with life-force to breathe
Cough up the blood in me
watch it coagulate with the right frequency
down to the hole,
in search of whatever
just as long as I can
keep my mind occupied
far from the dragon
twenty two the paths
and ten the rings of power
engraved on it’s back,
Perfect the balance