Heat on the stone. It does not knock. The shoulder takes the arch. Scales locked like armor that grew in place. One breath, and the color leaves the steel. The claw does not hurry. The wing makes its own weather. Raw through the rib of the hall. The floor learns the weight before the foot. Count the plates. Count the heat. Still on this side of the fire. Roar like a dragon. Put the beast inside the helm. Scale for the scale. Breath for the breath. The swing is not finished. Roar like a dragon. Plate on the chest is a poorer scale. It still has to hold. Visor burns. I call the burn mine. The arm is smaller. The mouth is the part I can borrow. Feet in the cut the claw already made. If it stands, I stand in the same heat. Not waiting on a corpse. Borrowing the roar while the wing is still up. Roar like a dragon. Put the beast inside the helm. Scale for the scale. Breath for the breath. The swing is not finished. Roar like a dragon. This is not the last blow. This is the blow that is happening. The song is under the visor. The courage is the shape I put on. Not a body on the stone. The next inhale is already in the hall. Roar like a dragon. Put the beast inside the helm. Scale for the scale. Breath for the breath. The swing is not finished. Roar like a dragon. The wing has not come down.
