Pale as bone, dark as anger

White snow, pale as bone. Full of joy, full of wonder. So beautiful, so pure as it fell from the sky like millions of angels. Its fresh smell mixing with the iron smell as it wasn’t magical anymore. As it fell slowly onto the red blood, dark as anger. As it covered the lifeless eyes, that were once vibrant with curiosity. As it covered the red rose lip, still with death, the same ones that used to make a radiant smile. As it covered the grey cheeks, the trace of an event that made them blush now long gone. As the last of the snow covered her body like a blanket for that sleeping beauty who would never wake up.