The Bond of Chains

My neck is an imprisoned dragon,
Long since given up on escape
From the chains that bind it, hangs a glass lock
A mysterious thing, clasped together with glittering crystals
Dark clouds swarm within like bees in a hive
Shadows swirling and lingering
The sun shines through revealing the hidden
As they awaken with the sun
They tip-toe atop the light but soon retreat
They recoil, leaving the clouds to prevail,
Drowning out the light
The colours, like the dragon, are trapped
Ever free to play in the sun
Bound in this lock of glass
Forever held in a chained grasp.