Medieval Ages Work Still In Progress

I'll write to you of medieval ages, Foreign lands,knights and of many sages. Medieval verse,and versification With ancient meter I shall imitate, To flesh out this age's animation. And stories fictional and real I'll tell. The souls of sundry virtues and vices I shall show to men of all kinds of eyes, So that I their souls might excite to life. Who truly is alive without his senses, yet many minds live with mental fences. The Gods were chased away from this bright land, And many countries were drowned in darkness. Art was unpainted,clogged up fairy wells. Unlearning became the new science of man And music deemed to be of Satan birthed For its mirth, and carnal rhythmic pleasures. Oh of truth this divine art of muses, Music's mothers, the soul with beauty fuses, Yet still were libraries burned to ashes, and with timeless secrets the fool clashes. Empires undone from within and out, To be hewn down by hounds to war devout, Who from savage forests came to devour The sheep and the pampered puppies of Rome. The Gods did pity these once great races, the light torchbearers which the dark faces with it’s all consuming flames of sheer might which scorches into ashes scrap and dross, to fuel its holy energy and fire, the giver to mankind of life so sought.