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.