Aching scales, a heart of stone,
A dragon chained, a king dethroned.
Once, he soared on wings of fire,
Now, a captive, a prisoner\'s pyre.
His breath, a furnace, choked and stilled,
His roar, a whisper, barely spilled.
The chains that bind him, cold and tight,
Stifle his spirit, steal his might.
He dreams of skies, of wind and sun,
Of mountains climbed, of battles won.
But here he lies, in a cage of steel,
His freedom lost, his spirit frail.
The world he ruled, a distant dream,
A phantom king, a broken gleam.
His eyes, once fierce, now filled with pain,
Reflecting sorrow, endless rain.
He watches birds, with envious gaze,
Their wings unfettered, free to blaze.
He longs to break these bonds of might,
And reclaim his birthright, his flight.
But hope flickers, a dying ember,
A dragon chained, forever somber.
His freedom lost, a bitter sting,
His misery, a mournful thing.