The wicked changeling spell he sent forth,
Was most powerful and true.
It shaped shifted a sweet princess into a dragon,
With pretty scales of turquoise blue.
Yet a changeling spell can only work,
With what a person carries within.
He had not counted on her silver soul,
Nor a fine heart that held no sin.
He could never have known her new made form,
Would fly as swift as light.
He had no idea that her pure, strong heart,
Would never give up the fight.
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