In Elizabethan England’s heart, where quill doth dance and ink takes flight,
Upon this parchment, in the quiet night, I pen my verse, a Spenserian delight.
A stanza form of nine lines, with a final couplet’s might,
In iambic pentameter’s rhythm, through the poet’s nightly flight.
The first eight lines in ‘abababcdcd’ rhyme scheme align,
Each line a perfect ten syllables, like stars in night’s design.
Then, in the final couplet, a conclusive chime,
Echoing thoughts, resounding with wisdom’s prime.
The theme of yore, the knight and lady fair,
In castles high and greenwood’s glade we share.
Their love, a beacon through the tempest’s snare,
A timeless tale that echoes in each heart’s lair.
Yet modern times, with all their swift advance,
Doth not diminish love’s enduring dance.
For in each soul, it finds a sacred trance,
Unchanging through the shifting world’s expanse.
So let us sing of ancient, timeless lore,
In every age, true love shall evermore.
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