Shall I Compare Thee to a Winter's Night? (Parody to Shakespeare's Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day)

Shall I compare thee to a winter’s night? Like icy snow, the blistering winds doth blow Thou art just as cruel, and filled with spite Those cold, cruel seeds reaped, in thy soul hath sowed Snowflakes fall in attempt to disguise it; To conceal the menace with pretty lies You too, have done likewise, yet won’t admit The storm that drips snowflakes, from its black skies Icy blue eyes, hair like night, and pale skin Conceived by a blizzard, shaped by the ice Thou hath no goal, but for vengeance to win Words sting like ice shards, stare seeks to entice So long as the earth turns, and man can read So lives this cruel ode, this cruel ode indeed