Sonnet #2, on yearning for more romantic days

Sonnet #2

In beauty lost beneath intempered times
Of crudities and pride of men like dogs
My mind returns to fantasizing fogs
when song in words still sang like birds in rhyme

When dragons fought, the red and white, to death
When virgins stood against temptation’s force
When saints and bards still prayed and sang through doors
Unlike these days it takes away my breath

Will you, with me, return to ancient days?
of mead halls, heroes, monsters, maidens, knaves,
of landscaped scenes, and mountain mists we’ll yearn
And teach and coax our children’s hearts to burn
with holy things, with simple things, with joy
When words were not like weapons but like toys

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