Ragnarök

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