"Eclipse of the Duke's Heart: The Lady in Shadows"

In the realm of hearts, where passions collide,

Resides the tale of a Duke and his dark bride.

Oh, "The Duke's Dark Lady," in James Joyce's voice,

A poetry unfolds, where love's echoes rejoice.

With ink-stained quills, his verses take flight,

James Joyce unravels the Duke's plight.

A melancholic sonata, both tender and grand,

Of a love veiled in shadows, forever unmanned.

The Duke, a figure enigmatic and bold,

His heart, a tale waiting to be told.

And there she stood, his lady fair,

Wrapped in mystery, her soul laid bare.

In James Joyce's voice, we'll delve deep,

Into the recesses where secrets creep.

A dark romance, obscured by the night,

The Duke's heart yearning for his lady's light.

Through whispered words and clandestine glances,

Their love dances, as destiny advances.

But shadows linger, casting doubt and fear,

Their bond tested, their souls severe.

In the tapestry of their love's refrain,

A web of passion, desire, and pain.

James Joyce's voice, a melancholic strain,

A testament to love's bittersweet reign.

The Duke's heart, a tempest of emotions,

Lost in the depths of love's vast oceans.

The lady, his muse, a riddle untold,

In her presence, his spirit unfolds.

So, dear audience, immerse yourself in this tale,

In easy English, let the verses prevail.

"The Duke's Dark Lady," a poetic embrace,

Of love's enigma, its melancholic grace.

Through James Joyce's voice, we find solace,

In the depths of longing, love's sacred chalice.

Eclipse of the heart, a haunting refrain,

The Duke's dark lady, forever etched in pain.