Snow Covers All

As it snowed, the efforts of his toil gave inTo a white, crystal veil that blankets the deadJust as well, sometimes you couldn't look at themSnow covered all and the harvest would dream againHe worked alone and the ground was so frozen and coldLater, many would be taken by his strength and vigorBut all the more by the interiors of his psycheAnd the craftsmanship of his laborTime had granted many companionsUpheaved from the Earth, sometimes in piecesNow assembled into a personal museumDust covered all and he would never be alone againCan you not see the helplessness on his face?Condemn the man who was always aloneHe was no more a ghoul, than a pathetic angelWithout a full appreciation of what he had doneCan you not see the loneliness on his faceHe's better off dead, he should have never been bornWhat now, what can be done?Burn the past and burn what could become