In shadowed halls of stone, the whispers speak,
Of knights and chivalry, of quests they seek,
Where banners wave, and echoes of the past,
In medieval courts, their legacy casts.

The dawn of thought, a Renaissance so bright,
With art and science, piercing through the night,
Da Vinci’s dreams, and Michelangelo’s might,
A world reborn, in golden, radiant light.

Baroque’s grand flair, with opulence it sings,
Ornate designs, and lavish offerings,
The music swells, and architecture soars,
In gilded halls, where beauty ever pours.

Through centuries, the ages intertwine,
A tapestry of time, in rhythms fine,
From medieval roots, to Renaissance bloom,
To Baroque’s splendor, in art’s grand room.