Ragnarök
A Winter’s Parody of Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18

Shall I compare thee to a winter’s night?
Thou art more ugly and less temperate;
Lethal to all things is frost’s bitter blight
And winter’s lease hath far too long a date
Sometime the eye of heaven seems to shut
And leave all in a frozen, inky night
Thine icy blade seems all warm bonds to cut
What living thing can stand against thy might?
All summers seem to fade in thy cold grip
While beauty stark is thine, it is austere
Nature’s fabric thy cruel wrath seems to rip
Quaking, life watches thee approach with fear
So long as flesh can freeze and snow can blind
So long thy reign will last, and all things grind
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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