Tattoo

cuts into the skin deep to colour the lines,
as it brings the blood to the surface with ink combines,
painting a shadow of the darkness under his skin,
painful at first in the stabbing needle when it was to begin,
drawing a circle not as fast as with a brush,
taking it slow as not to make a mistake with a rush,
completing the form of the animal he desires,
as the flames will need colour later in the dragon fires,
across his arm and down his back it goes,
as the scales of the skin with his it flows.