Fairest Lady

Fairest lady, why do we not

dance to our deaths anymore?

Why are we not gallant

with our risks and lives?

Why do we sit inside our

huts, hoping, wishing,


Fairest lady, what form of

chivalry is this?  What form

of living have we made?

Where hath the days

of courtship gone?

Where are my balls,

my full sweeping skirts

and modesty?

Fairest lady, where hath

thou gone?  Where is the world?

The End

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