A little wannabe-angst wannabe-poem by Heidel

In the beginning, there was nothing.
Then I felt the cold breeze, giving me form, strengthening me.
I could feel my arms and legs freeze and take shape;
I was born a star.
The world was bright, and I was happy.
Then I began to fall.
Down and down I went, with no control of my inevitable descent.
I looked for my brothers and sisters: I found none;
only the winds swirled around me, tossing me around.
And these were nothing like the wind that gave me birth;
these were malicious and terrifyingly warm.
Only on an occasion could I feel the tender caress of the
chilling northwind.
I could feel my end nearing;
My siblings were nowhere to be seen, and the ground became closer.
Then it hit me, burning me, hating me.
I melted, evaporated, my mind fading to black.

My mind faded to black, but still, there was something.
Something warm, something dark, something, evil?
Then I felt them, saw them around me;
My ancestors, all around me, waiting.
I, looking and being lost, was greeted by The First One:
"This is you destiny; this hell, now your home.
You are to remember one thing, and wait with us.
This has been, and will be, the fate of the first snowflake.
One day, the hell will freeze, and we will fall, gloriously;
And we shall remember, all those promises made."
Soft murmur went through the snow, agreeing, remembering.
And I began my wait, remembering;
caressing the secret I was to hold.

I waited.
And I waited, for the hell to freeze over.
For when the day was to come,
I would find my happiness, my joy.
Fluttering down, towards the damned denizens of hell,
singing my secrets, remembering!
Riding the freezing wind,
swirling around the tormented souls;
finally embracing the frozen ground.
Fading to white, as little snowflakes should.


(When the hell freezes over, I'll tell you what this was really about)