Draco Tail

Drag the head and watch it pour —
every mote is one link more.

Gold is short and rings are sly:
drifting circles in the sky,
closing slowly, closing tight —
mind the rim and mind the bite.

Three quick catches, gorge and gleam:
combo gold runs down the stream.
Three hard sears, the flight is done —
the Scale Ward pardons only one.

Long tail, high score, deep the bleed:
the bigger dragon, more to feed.
Spend your gold and stock the hoard:
a Dream to slow, a Gilt to hoard,
an Ember Heart when all is spent
to breathe again the firmament.

Drag. Feed. Grow. Evade.
Little dragon, unafraid.