The Maiden no More

So, I thought I would break out of my mold a bit and try a different type of poem. I don't know if this has a name, or if the scheme works. It's sounds good in my head, but I know the meter I'm aiming for. I'm curious if it works for y'all. Let me know!

The cold embrace of the chill air,

Clung tightly to the maiden fair.

But it was for her knight's embrace she waited.

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For himself honor he had purloined,

From battles raging, latley joined.

But his glory lust remained unabated.

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In their hearts a longing stirred,

For stories that they both had heard.

But the tales were quite divergent.

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In winter's wane they sought to meet,

The season of all war's reatreat.

But the meeting was averted.

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For from his side his glory seeped,

And for her loneliness she did weep.

But the fates were uninspired.

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So on this mound with stone adorned,

She fought the chill as she mourned,

Until the day that she expired.

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