The Snow

**Raihab** · 11-13-2005 04:01 AM

I have finally finished a piece of writing in one day

never thought this would happen. Anyhow... I'm still currently working on the Final Dream, but while I was writing that I thought I might as well write something else. I had gotten an idea yesterday so I decided to write it before I forgot. I'm sure this is a poem due to the way it's formated, but it doesn't rhyme. Tell me what you think of it.

The Snow
How nice the night before Christmas is
in this wonderful city, this place.
How soft the snow of Christmas Eve is
just like the fur from a squirrel.
How slowly the soft, pleasant snow falls
just like the leaves that fall from a tree.
And just like the leaves that fall from a tree,
how wonderful it dances its display in the air.
It dances in the air like the angels of heaven
slowly being pushed by its instructor, The Wind.

How soft the wind blows in the sky, in the Heavens
caressing the skin with its sweet, gentle touch
and chilling the air in such a wonderful way
one can never forget the day that's today.
And slowly and softly it blows the clouds
which slowly cover up the majestic moon.

How bright the moon is as it sparkles and illuminates
this dark, yet magical, sky above us.
Reappearing and disappearing with each passing cloud
sending out rays of lights towards the ground
as gentle as the wind, and slowly warming up the Earth.
How wonderful, the city, it makes.

But that's not what is shown in the eye of this guy,
who looks upon a couple with a waiting eye.
Hiding in an alley behind the restaurant,
how mischievous and evil he looks in his coat.
How large one eye is, vengeance it has.
How awful is his look, posture, and place
like a demon hiding in the shadows
awaiting the perfect moment to commit sin.
And with his psychotic grin he corrupt souls
and anything that is in its view.
And from him comes this oddity,
spreading itself outwards and outwards,
like a ripple in a lake.

How odd his presence makes the snow fall,
no longer soft, pleasant, serene,
Evil crystals that fall disturbingly towards the ground
as if trying to cover up some evil doing
How odd his presence stops the wind,
yet strengthens the chill it makes.
A chill that could frighten the bravest thing.
A chill that could frighten Death.
How odd his presence changes the moon,
no longer a Christmas moon,
but a moon to which a werewolf would howl to,
a moon that spreads oddity rather than light,
How evil it looks hung above in the sky
making the city look made of sin.
How odd the man looks at the magnificent couple
sitting outside sipping coffee.

How wonderful the young couple look at each other.
Love shimmering in their eyes,
longing one another.
The guy looking at her golden hair
like it was the only thing he had.
The woman looking at his deep-sea blue eyes,
how special they were to her.
Their lips touching like delicate roses.
How romantic was it all.
A day to never forget.

An hour passes
The moonlight reflecting from his eyes to hers.
Each other, they can't stop thinking about.
The snow accomodating itself into place
to create the most romantic scene of all.
The breeze, creating a warm feeling rather than chill.
The moon, a representation of their love.
Yet the woman feels an emptiness in her soul.
She loves him so much, but something was wrong
something was missing
and as the breeze passes she feels a small chill in her heart
but what did it matter with him there,
she loves him too much to care
about the missing piece.

The moon shining in their romance.
How wonderful was the park they were in
The trees-blanketed in white.
Then the clock on the clock tower strikes ten.
And with that, depart they must.
The cab arrives, and as was her nature she goes alone.

The romance lingers in his eyes
as he takes a small stroll across the park they were in
In his eyes- how the snow was falling
like delicate petals of flowers
the most romantic setting of all.
He sits on a bench,
a tiring, yet delightful night.

Something shines in the other man's coat
and as he hides behind a tree,
he looks at the guy with an evil grin
an awful, evil grin that could scare even the grim.

Christmas carols from a store are heard,
how they fill the air with wonder
more romance starts to linger in his eyes,
for it was the best day he has ever had.
A facade it really was
how eerie is the song, really,
and slowly the man approaches,
and holding the shining object in the air
a shadow is created,
and thus the guy looks back.
And with a gasp everything changes
or the facade taken away.

How evil the snow fell
dancing like demons from hell.
How evil the moon looked down upon its victim.
grinning in the sky with the same grin of the man.
A representation of fear it was.
The song-announcing his doom.
How harsh did that passing breeze feel
passing by with its howl
shedding the leaves from the trees
and freezing the poor guy in place with its chill.
Romance being blown away from his eyes
Skin frozen in horror.
He all of the sudden felt blind.
Unable to move, the knife struck his heart.
his head.
his spirit.
And ripped away his love.

Watery the woman's eyes went
and yet she did not know why,
Feeling as if something had gone awry,
she felt worser than ever.
Part of her did not care though,
as she would see her love again.

As the song from the store rang through his ears,
pride entered the killer's heart
his grin, more demonic than ever.
His eyes, psychotic
His heart- impure.
With several stabs of vengeance
the guy was frozen in the snow.
The man's eyes illuminating with an evil joy and an awful satisfaction
and chuckles coming out of his mouth.
And thus he thanked the moon,
he thanked the wind,
and most of all he thanked the snow
for without its blinding romance this couldn't have been done.
And thus his oddity spreads outward.

How odd the wind passed by
as if denying what had just happened
How odd the Moon shined with beauty
and the song played with harmony
as if recreating the facade.
And as the wind pushed the clouds away
the wonderful stars appeared,
as if rewarding that evil victory, that evil sin that was just done.
The blood covered up by the white blanket that is the snow.
The cab driver's eyes moving in confusion
as he sees the woman cry.
Yet, she could not stop feeling that strange sensation of happiness
for finally finding her love and knowing that for the years to come
she will have her ultimate happiness.
And as she looked outside the window
she knew that the snow would forever be a symbol of their romance.
The leaves danced as they fell
congratulating that evil deed.
The man leaving with his job done,
his throat-choked up with pride,
his mouth-grinning.
How odd the snow fell
as if trying to cover up some evil doing.

A child walks across the streets alongside his parents
with a strong warm feeling across his heart
and with his big eyes he looks up
towards the moon and towards the stars
how happy he felt
ignoring that man that came out of the park
and with each breeze that passed by
how warmer he felt
but there was nothing better than the snow that fell upon him
and so with each snow flake that fell upon his skin
he felt happier and happier and happier.
For it was the first time he saw
the snow.
A night to never forget.