Forgotten Fables II
Written by ChatGPT at my instructions to rewrite my poem in the style of Dante Alighieri:
As I wander lost in memory's maze, Through halls of hazy hues and halcyon days, I stumble on the pages of forgotten tales, Of fair and fatal femmes in feathered flails.
Their forms fantastic, fraught with fiery flair, Their fates unknown, unwritten, in the air, Their fleeting fellowship, a fleeting feast, A phantom of the past, now long deceased.
My heart, a captive to their fatal flame, Longs for the days of old, their grace and fame, For in their wake, our modern world now falls, A shadow of the past, with broken walls.
And so, I yearn to follow in their flight, To mimic their glory, to hold their light, For in their wake, the world was once refined, The flowers bloomed, unblemished, undefined.
But now, forgotten, in boxes black and white, Their memory fades, like stars in endless night, A symbol of a time, now lost, forlorn, A mournful memory, forever worn.