In the land of Italy's sun-kissed sea,
Where ancient ruins tell of days gone by,
The city of Apulia holds a key
To power, wealth, and beauty, caught in time.
A mighty count did rule with grace divine.
In ancient walls and towers tall and proud,
Count Virginio Montoya reigned supreme,
His wealth, his power, like a clarion shout,
A symbol of his rule, his might, his dream.
The city bowed to him, its ruler's theme.
The fields and vineyards flourished at his hand,
The ports with ships from far-off lands were filled,
The merchants brought their goods, their wealth, their stand,
And trade and commerce thrived, as he willed.
The count, a master, saw his wealth distilled.
His palace grand, a monument to power,
With frescoes, tapestries, and furnishings fine,
The count's dominion grew with every hour,
And all who saw it felt his wealth divine.
The city of Apulia, so serene.
With every passing day, the count's might grew,
His army strong, his knights, a fearsome sight,
His treasure overflowing, all in view,
And all who lived within his reach took flight.
The city of Apulia, a sight so bright.
And as the count looked out upon his land,
He saw that all he had was truly his,
His wealth and power, a gift from fate's hand,
A legacy that he would leave, a kiss.
The city of Apulia, his bliss.
And yet, amidst his wealth, his power, his pride,
The count did feel a longing, deep within,
A yearning for a love that he had spied,
A flame that would not die, that would not win.
The city of Apulia, a sin.
For in the city, there lived a fair maid,
With beauty and with grace, a rare delight,
And Count Virginio Montoya was afraid,
That she would not be his, his day and night.
The city of Apulia, his plight.
He courted her with gifts, with words so sweet,
With promises of love, of wealth, of life,
But she was a maid, pure, complete,
And would not bend to his pride, his strife.
The city of Apulia, his wife, his pride.
And so the count, he pondered day and night,
What he must do to win her love, her hand,
And in his thoughts, a plan, a sight,
A way to make her his, in every land.
The city of Apulia, his stand.
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