Pure White Snow

Snow. What beautiful snow you are with your pureness and soft down-fall that looks as if an angel had sprinkled the cold fluff at the break of dawn on a chilly winter night.
I hold out my hand to catch your velvet flake. So innocent and undamaged by death’s kiss. Oh how you gracefully float down from heavens gate to the humans domain.
But why, my little snow flake, are you red? Who has tainted your purity and changed it to something that belongs in the seventh ring of hell.
How woeful it is to see your image be covered by a crimson ink, destroying your purity.
What has become of us?! Fir us to do something so heinous that is Satan’s wish. Have we become one of his minions? How hypocritical of us to hate and demise what we have become.
Because it is all our fault!