Shapeshifting

A regal king with golden locks
Commands with thunderous roar
The earth and all its kin are scarred
By bloodstained tooth and claw
His form is sleek, his flight is swift
His destiny is clear:
To dominate the open plains
And rule the land through fear

There is another, no less noble
No less strong or bold
Survivor through the ages past
All climes of hot and cold
Her shifting shape moves with grace
Like misty clouds so rare:
She drifts across the dusty land
With gentle rumbling care