Snow
drifting slowly
through panels
of clarity.

Control
the lack of
time it
takes for each
to land.

The land
absorbs the
essence of
people do
not last
forever

Each flake another
extension of
man.

The Fallen
do not
accept
death.

the coldness
of the land
purges the
sins of the
father.

cry as
the son is
Fallen.

Tears cling.

They all
watch
Humanity wither
through fire.

Snow.