In the shadow of the castle’s keep,
Where knights and maidens softly sleep,
The medieval moon casts its silver light,
On tales of chivalry and noble fight.

From the darkened halls of ancient lore,
Rises the Renaissance, with a hopeful roar,
A rebirth of art and wisdom’s gleam,
Awakening minds from a dormant dream.

Baroque’s opulence in gilded halls,
Echoes with music as it enthralls,
A dance of light in ornate embrace,
Capturing time in a golden lace.

Thus, the ages weave a seamless thread,
Binding the past with what lies ahead,
A tapestry rich with stories untold,
In whispers of history, bold and old.