Scarlet Snow

Scarlet snow falls
upon our valley of darkness.
A tear of a malpais angel,
each incipient flake.
They’re mourning the death
of the Earth.
No, not dead yet.
We’re bleeding the world slowly.
But the angels surely know
how it all ends.
Do you think their tears freeze
on the long way down, or
has Heaven gone cold?

Nate Ritchie is a horror writer, journalist, and poet. When he isn't writing or researching a story, he can be found roaming the wilderness.