Her pale feet sunk into the water that had been snow. She held her hand towards the sky, the sun shining through it, as if looking through a fogged glass. The goddess gripped her arm and began to weep. The tears flowed and turned to ice. They clinked to the grounded. Oh how she missed the days of worship, the days she would help the children. It wouldn't be long before she completely disappeared. She sang her last and final song.<br/><br/><br/>There is a legend known by all<br/>A godess of Snow standing tall<br/>Only snowing by her voice<br/>All believed in her by choice<br/>But time went by<br/>She begins to cry<br/>Their beliefs fade<br/>She falls with no aid<br/>Now no one prays<br/>Her life it sways<br/>The final day of snow arrives<br/>No matter how hard she tries<br/>No one is there<br/>No one cares<br/>Prepare for the final day<br/>The Final Day of Snow<br/><br/>Her voice rang through the skies of blue. Light fluffy clouds rolled in as her voice echoed like the call of an angel. A light almost sad glint of snow poured from the heavens, the skies becoming grey. Her last drop of energy placed in that one last song. The Final Day of Snow had arrived. For she felt the wind passing through, almost carrying her. Her become light and the feathers of her wings, though already broken, began disappearing. This was it for The Goddess of the Snow