Winters Sonnet

Shall I compare thee to a winter’s night?
Thou art more cruelly conceited than I.
Selfish lacking thoughts bring plenty of fright.
And winters grasp hath been much too awry.

Too cold the empty heart of Hell shall beat.
And frequently his raging pulse hath seized.
With games, fair is fair, despite those who cheat.
Easily are those who hate much displeased.

Thy eternal winter sky remains dull.
Devoid of summer colors that shone bright.
Leave death to dig in thy dead hollow skull.
Then time alone shall forge an ugly sight.

So long as thou act like kings on their throne,
For all sins, at times end, thou shall atone.




A poem I wrote a few months prior.
~Chiko<3