Special snowflakes,
one and all.

So bright and glistening,
as you fall.

Vanishing,
amongst the rest.

Don't cry now,
you did your best.

Lies that knock,
between your teeth.

To the rest,
are all bequeathed.

Now a blanket,
burning white.

Hungering,
far out of sight.

Penned by my hand on Falsday, the 19th of Lanosian, in the year 491 MA.