Brazen Shroud

When blasting lashing snowstorms

snatched the view,

Smudging the silent mountain

from the mind;

Your family's tendrils grappled

for our love,

Then wrenched away the fibres

which we grew

Through touching, in the centre of that storm,

Your brilliant heart engulphed with cold advice,

I thought I'd stopped their blizzard's dark "white lies",

From freezing hard around your fractured form.

But needing ice to blur the child below,

You drifted off, downtrodden as the snow.