Silent Cries

Softly floating around the town, The snowflakes gently fell So quiet they scarcely made a sound.

From each delicate lace they were bound To hold a secret they wished to yell, Softly floating around the town.

Intricate details carefully wound, Dirt or blood you could not tell. So quiet they scarcely made a sound.

Each landed gracefully in a mound, Hiding the fate that she befell, Softly floating around the town.

The snowflakes twisted and turned around, Much like performing for clientele, So quiet they scarcely made a sound.

With beauty carefully crowned, She was devoured before the bruises swelled. Softly floating around the town, Winter's delicate lace scarcely made a sound.