Falling Snow

The water pours its embracing arms 'round the stone

Decay drips from the unquiet void

Where the ice forms. Where life ends

The stone is by the crimson blood, 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 long 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