It was winter, and

a bouquet of white snow

was painted over the land.

Those outdoors by the bonfire

sang of things irrelevant to our

lives, but still they inspired

us to enjoy the magical hour

when hunger is forgotten,

joy is reclaimed,

we're spoiled so rotten

and anger is no longer aimed

at us; we are not now their scapegoats,

we are only our ghosts.
This is a Shakespearean Sonnet inspired at all, really. I just wrote it for a test! The rhyme scheme is {a,b,a,b,c,d,c/,d,e,f,e,f,g,g}. And Ms. Russo sure liked it!