The snow slinks from above.
Simple, and soundless.
Wide-spread and boundless
Stolid, and emotionless…
Devastatingly pure, to a fault
Beautiful in a dreadful way
How can such little flakes
Hold so much pain?
Each crystal is bitter cold
And bites at your skin, and later your heart.
Until you're numb all over.
A silent killer, in truth
Though that truth is silent, but deadly
In freezing you over.
Cold.
Dead.
Without sensation whatsoever.
And the snow keeps slipping from the hazy skies
Falling, fluttering,
Like angels in flight,
Angels in disguise,
When, in truth,
They are not what they seem;
They are simply, Nobody.
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This drabble-poem is, of course, inspired by Winter and all it's cold glory! :D Unfortunately, it hasn't snowed all too much over where I live, but hopefully it will! :3
In the poem, the snow and the Nobodies are described as pretty much the same thing. You might have to read it again to see the transition.