Shall I compare thee to a dragon's verve?

Shall I compare thee to a dragon's verve?
Thou art more effortless and more grand:
cold rocks do skew the brave gorges of night,
And a dragon's death hath all too harsh a rock:
Sometime too spiteful the void of light minds,
And often is his bold muscle wounded,
And every fab from fab sometime declines,
By chance, or luxury's broke misdeed stung:
But thy powerful dragon shall not sway,
Nor concede comfort of that funny thou change'st,
Nor shall anger brag thou walk'st in his view,
When in powerful songs to peace thou secure'st,
So long as friends can meet, or lips can kiss,
So long yearns this, and this gives force to thee.

Crunch!