Summer’s day or Winter’s night?

Shall I compare thee to a winter’s night?
When bats are flying
Vampires biting
The world remains in silence
And you decide to leave
There you go
With your burning candles
Through my garden of snow
To never return no more
Shall I compare thee to the winter’s night
When the world remained in silence
And you left

Ever raped Shakespeare? Great source of inspiration, I must admit. About a year ago, I felt a little bored and I started thinking about his poems somehow and then I did this cruel deed of ruining his most famous poem. I know, I know. I couldn’t help making this one up, it just happened, and maybe it’s not even good.
Still, copyright’s mine.

La belle dame sans merci

The beautiful ancient English text can be found here. I can but love these kind of poems. And what else can you do now it’s getting colder every day?