The Fallen

About death, but has to be my favourite poem I've written.

I see him fading. Going, gone from light.
A snowflake and a teardrop, palm up they fall onto thee.
Melodies of old whisper harmonic tunes on the breeze and I dream.
A love lost. A heartache found.
I weep.
In a daze, in your grasp, you laugh.
Your eyes of death and touch of ice.
I bleed.
Nothing to fear, nothing but pain. I long to rest.
I sleep.
I am the fallen.