The Snow

Falling at a terminal velocity From the ether we fall at a speed that is Slow What is my purpose, my destiny Inevitable fate befalls the Snow Colliding with the other frosty white souls Scattered across the ground sparkling like bright white Gold We're born in a season that is dead How can something so white and pure be Cold Like vampires the sun is our infirmity Dawn approaches illuminating hues of Wry The epiphany before my death Is everything is impermanent Why