The Rhyming Little Mermaid 8
(The Princess of Galatia)
A few weeks later,
Silas- Hosted a special ball,
Welcoming the Princess Demi,
To his palace’s ivory halls.
She’d arrive in about an hour
Into the party’s festivities,
Serena tugged on Silas,
And she didn’t have to say please.
She took him to the dance floor
And though the pain was great,
The joy of dancing with her best friend
Made her stand up straight,
And though the sting of her curse
Pierced deeply into her soles,
She smiled as broadly as she was able.
Nothing could crush her soul.
He gulped and drew strength from her courage.
And she curtsied at the end of the dance.
The horns blew signaling the Princess’s arrival,
He looked, and was entranced.
Her dark eyes laid in seas of milk white.
Her pale skin shined in the moonlight.
Her Raven-Black hair glistened darker than the night.
And her bright red dress, was more than a sight.
She glided down steps with her entourage.
Shining like a dazzling jewel.
And she rivaled Silas‘s nervousness.
Their expressions, a timid duel.
All were quiet in the hall.
Then music began to play.
She curtsied, and Prince Silas bowed,
And Serena left to pray.
Off to the banks of the water she went,
Her feet screaming in her shoes.
She collapsed down at the water’s edge,
And begged God to see her through.
If Silas married this Princess divine,
She’d turn into foam of the sea.
But she was not jealous of the Princess, no.
She hoped the best for Princess Demi.
Over and over in sync with the waves,
Serena prayed this simple prayer.
“Wherever you’d have me go to, God,
Please, gently lead me there.”
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