Falling Snow

The water pours its embracing arms around the stone

Decay drips from the unquiet void where the ice forms, where life ends

The stone is by the crimson flood, swallowed

The red tide beyond the ebon wound, contorted

My sacrifice bids farewell in this river of memory... a wave to end all time

Red birds escape from my wounds and return as falling snow

To sweep the landscape; a wind haunted, wings without bodies

The snow, the bitter snowfall

You wish to die in her pale arms, crystalline, to become an ode to silence

In the soul of a mountain of birds, fallen

The cascading pallor of ghostless feather

The snow has fallen and raised this white mountain on which you will die and fade away in silence