The Hero raises his hand and calls on the aura of the dragon
He feels his body transforming
molding its self this way and that
He has wings that shine like the afternoon sun,
Eyes that burn like sun runner's fire,
Talons sharper than a dagger,
A tail as powerful as the goddess of destruction,
Blood red scales.
He turns his gaze toward his enemy
The foe shrinks back in fear
He can't run
The hero calls out a word in dragon,
Lightning shoots from the sky
A blaze with violet and golden yellows.
It strikes the evil one.
He falls to the ground, Dead
The conqueror raises his claw in conquest
A smile transfiguring his face
He transforms back into human form.