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Creat A Ballad poem
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**Whispers of the Moonlight**
In the quiet glen where shadows play,
The silver moon began to rise,
A maiden fair, with dreams at bay,
Beneath its glow, her heart's surmise.
She wandered forth ‘neath ancient trees,
Where nightingales sang sweet and low,
The gentle rustle of the breeze,
Would weave her thoughts in softest flow.
“O, dearest moon, so bright and bold,
Your light doth guide my weary way,
In tales of love that must be told,
Will I find joy in coming day?”
A knight arose from darkened stone,
With armor gleaming in the night,
He saw the maiden all alone,
And felt within a spark of light.
“Fair lady, why this lonely plight?
What dreams do haunt your gentle heart?”
Her eyes, like stars, shone with delight,
She spoke of love, of fate, and art.
“Good knight, the world’s a tapestry,
Of threads entwined in fate’s embrace,
I seek a love, a destiny,
In this enchanted, secret place.”
He took her hand, and time stood still,
Across the glen, their laughter ran,
Together, forged by fate and will,
Two souls entwined, a noble plan.
But whispering winds brought shadows near,
A specter dark, a curse of old,
“Your love is doomed, your path unclear,
In love’s sweet song, a heart grows cold.”
Undaunted, they faced the looming fate,
With strength entwined, they made a vow,
Through trials fierce, they would create,
A world of love, of here and now.
So, in the glen where shadows play,
The moonlight kissed their fears away,
For love, though fraught with trials grim,
In whispers sweet, their hearts would brim.
And as the dawn began to break,
The sun arose with golden hue,
Their spirits soared, a love awake,
Two souls, one heart, forever true.
In the quiet glen where shadows play,
The silver moon began to rise,
A maiden fair, with dreams at bay,
Beneath its glow, her heart's surmise.
She wandered forth ‘neath ancient trees,
Where nightingales sang sweet and low,
The gentle rustle of the breeze,
Would weave her thoughts in softest flow.
“O, dearest moon, so bright and bold,
Your light doth guide my weary way,
In tales of love that must be told,
Will I find joy in coming day?”
A knight arose from darkened stone,
With armor gleaming in the night,
He saw the maiden all alone,
And felt within a spark of light.
“Fair lady, why this lonely plight?
What dreams do haunt your gentle heart?”
Her eyes, like stars, shone with delight,
She spoke of love, of fate, and art.
“Good knight, the world’s a tapestry,
Of threads entwined in fate’s embrace,
I seek a love, a destiny,
In this enchanted, secret place.”
He took her hand, and time stood still,
Across the glen, their laughter ran,
Together, forged by fate and will,
Two souls entwined, a noble plan.
But whispering winds brought shadows near,
A specter dark, a curse of old,
“Your love is doomed, your path unclear,
In love’s sweet song, a heart grows cold.”
Undaunted, they faced the looming fate,
With strength entwined, they made a vow,
Through trials fierce, they would create,
A world of love, of here and now.
So, in the glen where shadows play,
The moonlight kissed their fears away,
For love, though fraught with trials grim,
In whispers sweet, their hearts would brim.
And as the dawn began to break,
The sun arose with golden hue,
Their spirits soared, a love awake,
Two souls, one heart, forever true.