They say no snow fell that day,
that the world froze,
that the world grew suddenly silent,
and all life ceased.

Is it true that the angels cried when she fell from grace?
That their tears sowed the new earth,
as she spiraled through the smoky air,
her sword reflecting the red moon,
her plummet tormented and painful.

But she never truly fell,
never truly lost the midnight battle,
never truly gave up hope.
Because for her,
this is was all a dream.