one night, me and rusty were chilling. we had just finished snorting some lines and were standing on the stoop rapping to the exaggerated sound of snow flakes accumulating on the street. rusty's flow was fierce but his breath, carried by the icy wind, continued to pierce my eyes until they flooded with frozen tears. as rusty spit his last line, he looked up at me and began to stumble. he frantically attempted to regain his footing but fell backwards down 7 stairs. lying supine with his limbs creating the appearance of a 5 pointed star in the snow, his breath rose in plumes of a frosty mist and found its way to heaven. at that point, my tears melted and i understood why he would never rise to his feet again.



Here we go...

*drumroll*

Night snow sparks our mentals, Rusty rhyming on his last breath.
He's snow's angel winter attracted the tears left.

I gave it my best shot. But I had so many ideas with it. I didn't know which one was the most descriptive. Good one though. You had me stumped.