Post by Taika of Narfell on Jan 6, 2007 5:39:51 GMT 1
Shall I compare thee to a winter's day?
Thou art more harsh and coldly merciless.
Rough winds blow over mounds of dark decay.
May winter's darkness thee with secrets bless.
Sometimes too cold the Northern gale doth blow,
and often is its howling loud and shrill.
The leaves and branches their subord'nance show
and cower lest they suffer in the chill.
But thy eternal winter shall not fade,
nor lose possession of that pow'r thou hast,
nor shall Death brag thou wanderst in his shade,
when he in chains by thy cold hands was cast.
So long as limbs may freeze and hearts shall fear,
thine evil threatens what we hold most dear.
Thou art more harsh and coldly merciless.
Rough winds blow over mounds of dark decay.
May winter's darkness thee with secrets bless.
Sometimes too cold the Northern gale doth blow,
and often is its howling loud and shrill.
The leaves and branches their subord'nance show
and cower lest they suffer in the chill.
But thy eternal winter shall not fade,
nor lose possession of that pow'r thou hast,
nor shall Death brag thou wanderst in his shade,
when he in chains by thy cold hands was cast.
So long as limbs may freeze and hearts shall fear,
thine evil threatens what we hold most dear.