Hamilton Oneshots

The First Snow [Poem]

Here's my poem for the gay zombie Christmas event~ -_John_Laurens_-
I haven't written poetry in a while, so I may be a little rusty. I do love doing it, but this one didn't really flow like I wanted it to.

Basically, it's Lams, and uh... I'll let you see the rest for yourself. If you can see the plot I was going for then goOd because I accidentally made it angsty--

I mean, I mentioned Christmas at least, that counts, right???

~*~

The snow started gentle; an array of fluffy white specks, drifting down gracefully as a swan as they dotted the ground once bursting with human life, now dull and void.

The flakes appeared as freckles on the barren ground, adding a spark of liveliness, a reminder of you, as your freckles have done the same for me; year after year, your smile, bright eyes, mere presence bringing joy.

The days counting down, clock always moving forward with no chance of reverse, trapped in an endless cycle- but it's not endless, is it? We all come to an end in this cruel world, everything ends, everything leaves.

Our love can overcome the cycle, can't it? Our bodies may decay and waste away as nature demands, but with the hopes of you staying near, we'll persevere.

How I wish you could still talk, converse, say what you feel, think, want, need. But I understand. You nod, you shake, you gesture, you look up, down, left, right, sending me the messages I hear.

Only I get you.

Crazy, delusional, out of my mind, that's what they think. Keeping a zombie on a chain isn't what most consider normal, but what is normal? No one's the same, normality cannot be defined in human beings, in having human thoughts, goals, dreams. They don't understand. I understand.

The snow thickened into a storm, clouds swirling close as the white flurry of frozen water fiercely clashed with earth, covering it in a thick layer of bone chilling blankets, wrapping one in the deadly cold embrace of death. Not gentle as you are, but violently strong as our love.

We can leave. We can go on our own. We don't need anyone else. I need you. You need me. You're alive. You're alive. You're alive. You're alive. You're alive.

Christmas will be here soon, did you know? That's all I want. I want us, and no one can stop it.

Yours forever,
A. Ham