Roar of Time

Even with its wisdom and knowledge,
It's giant wings speared and chained,
Shackled and bound, it's great mind draws closer to the edge,
Physically fatigue and broken, mentally drained.

Consumed in the darkness, bound from the light,
Keeping its roar for another time,
It suppresses its energy for when it needs to fight,
Silent darkness until the crimson bells chime.

As the years go by the chains begin to rust,
This mighty dragon spreads his wings turning those chains to dust,
Now free and and taking flight,
Breathing in the black flames and continuing to fight,
The suppression weakening as the energy starts to climb,
It opens its mouth and gives out a mighty roar of time.