Canto III
The many beasts to be found in the country
Scare our Princess not at all.
Not the Vipers in the grass,
Nor the Cobras on the hills.
She raises her chin in challenge to
The Prowlers hidden amongst the trees.
The Firebirds cruising along the paths
And the Raptors hulking near,
Simply make her long to laugh.
Yet she cannot deny the urge to run
Along with the freedom of the Mustang.
As the Wranglers and Scouts endeavor
To capture these noble beasts,
The Princess lets out a wild cheer
To see the beast best the man.
The highwaymen and Renegades
Bring her no faltering pause
Even as they bring their Magnum
Calibers to the bear, and Darts
With Intrepid Focus before
Staring her Challengers down.
Even the creatures of a most
Fantastical nature cannot Vanquish her
As the Gremlins and Demons do stalk,
Seeking to ravish this mighty Princess.
No Matador can enrage her,
Nor bring the Tempest down on her.
A Judge would seek her council
On even a matter so dread
As to quake the joints of a Commodore.
The Princess of Austin takes such pride
In her patience and forbearance in all matters just
That all in the land believe that
Nothing could bring this Princess to anger
Nor tears, nor melancholy, not even to sighs.
Yet, as she cruised through the glorious day
Enjoying the freedom and weather,
Who should come rocketing past her
But a dastardly dark Diablo.
His black skin gleamed darkly,
His sleek and smooth lines flowing,
As he gripped the ground so securely.
The challenge presented by this evil
The Princess did deliberate,
But ere she made a decision,
The spirits within her thus spake.
“See that Lambo before us?”
The deep spirit of the left declared,
“I’m telling you now, I’m having it.”
The spirit that resided on her right
Both fairer and more kind
Shook her head in disgust as it said,
“Your mind you have forever lost,
If you feel that in this pursuit,
A Princess cannot overtake
A Diablo and this is truth!”
The spirits did not argue for
The Princess had desires of her own,
This Diablo in its quiet conceit
Would respect her in all her glory.
She moved to the center of the roadway,
Hard on the heels of that Diablo,
Determined though her very soul
To see this grand endeavor though.
Minutes did pass, closer and closer
The Princess forever inched.
With another shift of position
She drew ever yet nearer.
The beasts and heroes she had left behind
In their slow and stately march,
All turned their heads to watch
This drama unfolding for their part.
Faster and faster our Princess doth go
As her entire being begins to shudder,
Teeth begin to chatter, and joints to creak,
As the mighty Princess does creep,
Alongside the fearsome Diablo.
The genteel spirit within her does cry,
“I-I-I-I-I-I t-t-t-t-t-told-d-d-d-d y-y-y-y-you!”
As the vibrations from the Princess
Do wreak due havoc within and without.
“Hush-sh-sh-sh-sh w-w-w-w-wom-m-m-m-man-n-n-n-n!”
The deeper spirit responds in faith.
At length our Valliant Princess makes
True her dream of dominance
And slips delicately into the space
Immediately before the Diablo’s nose.
With a snort and a blink, the Diablo does
Acknowledge the Princess fair
Before scooting aside to clear the way
For him to drop the hammer down.
As he pulls alongside her spirits within
Make note as the Diablo’s demons ten
Do wave the Princess away with
This sad note upon the wind,
“I command thee get back,
To the loser lane that you rule!”
And with these stinging words
Our Princess is left with the shame
Of watching the glinting black Diablo
Pull ahead and gone with the wind5.
So carefully home she does head,
Her pride brought so low that
Our Princess hides now in shame.
