Flaking, flaking

Flaking, flaking,
Spiral down,
Lint on the breeze,
Fluttering crown,
Burning, burning,
Scattered ash,
A fresh snowstorm,
From secret stash,
Twisting, twisting,
Breeze unleashed,
Dust alights,
Storm is ceased,
Screaming, screaming,
Flailing hope,
Fragments settle,
Below the scope,
Shaking, shaking,
Room grows cold,
As blizzard halts,
And soul is sold,
Freezing, freezing,
Captured face,
The photograph,
Will soon be traced,
Packing, packing,
Into the bag,
Your lifeless fingers,
In zipper snag,
Staring, staring,
From cold white eyes,
Where bitter storm,
And death resides. . .