"And her, and her lime green hair

Calamax, oh Calamax:

The sister fair.

-

She estranged

From her throne

Had thoughts, and thoughts

Her neighbors grown

To runaway

To newfound grass

Intermediate memory

So she passed.

-

Flighty and light

Her steps were made,

Made meaningless strides

Eventually which dug her grave.

-

In time she added

All she did need

Every each day

She found feed,

Foal she was

Foolish and dirt

Likely to lose.

Her life-

Inert.

-

In path she was

To kingdom fame

To find reknown,

In gold so vein,

In this it was

And always will be

A forigen concept,

To the narrator: me.

-

"Calamax,

Your beauty full,

Come to home

Our cart to pull."

-

"Calamax,

We entreat you so

Rest with us,

A new home we'll be-

Stay and see."

This: their words,

Their strategy.

-

And soon she lay

Upon the road

The same she traveled

To escape ailing abode

In deep well she was

In cast: sad lot

Her feet bare, breathing stop.

-

Her talent took

Her far away

From family,

And daybreak smell

Sold upon

Life's errs and cracks

Her soul we mourn:

Oh, Calamax!"