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Shall I Compare Thee to a Winter's Night?

The challenge was to do the inverse of a famous poem, in which I chose Shakespheares Sonnet XVIII. This was inspired by a great deal many relationships I have witnessed with the humurous addition of dan humprey, and blaire waldorfs.

April 10, 2025 - June 25, 2026
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Shall I compare thee to a winter's night?

Thou art more cruel and keen in thy sting.

A bitter breeze doth seize November light,

and winter's reign hath far too strong a cling.

A soul beguiled by snow in chilling clasp.

By night, heaven reveals it's clearest view.

Enough that I'd now yield to heaven's grasp,

and yet even still ice be frozen through.

While splinters of scorn fall like winter hail.

My pride, it fades as winter tows its cost.

Those eyes of glass that froze me in her stare.

A harsh reminder, with a heart of frost.

Not flame nor time dare try to reach to thee.

Sublime! A glance that froze the sun had she.