In-between Serene

                                       The trail lied somewhere in-between
                                                           The torrent and the falls
                                                           That thundered during squalls.
                                       There was a village seldom seen,
                                       Off the trail deep in the green
                                       Undergrowth; It was named Serene.

                                       A beautiful princess hid there
                                                           Away from the spillage
                                                           Lying near the village.
                                       Beauty hid there- this is where,
                                       And to her there was no compare,
                                       This- of those that knew her declare.

                                       The princess glided like a swan
                                                           Floating on a calm stream
                                                           On angel’s wings of cream.
                                       Her floating wings would dance ‘till dawn
                                       At which time she became a fawn
                                       With sneaky steps across the lawn.

                                       At home away from prying eyes
                                                           The princess made her switch
                                                           Into a smoky witch
                                       With eyes opened for other guys;
                                       She lived in love with telling lies
                                       And relished the sound of his cries.
                   
                                       At home is where she danced in smoke.
                                                           There the smoke dancer danced
                                                           In her squalls as she pranced
                                       On the trail of lies that she spoke;
                                       There in her torrents she would choke
                                       Trapped by the falls that lies provoke.