The Silver Kills

Black and white
Ripped apart
The silence
A work of art

A collage
Of crystals
Break through
Like missiles

Exploding
Into pieces
It shatters
And releases

A devotion
So sincere
It draws one
Silver tear

It falls down
Collides
Into cold
And abides

Looking up
It gazes
Into a million
blazing hazes

A fire
So ready
To be noticed
Is unsteady

It spreads
And starts
To kindle
A withered heart

Surrounded
It whispers
A potion
And stirs

Bright swirls
Of purple smoke
Pulled the flames
Until they broke

As those ashes
Met the ground
They hissed
A soothing sound

And there they remain
Sprinkled in snow
Under inches of dust
Too far below