Poets Awakening

The Man Had Been Walking Through The Barren Tundra In The Midst Ofa Howling Blizzard For An Eternity It Seemed Looking Back Behind Himthe Furry Of The Storm Had Left No Trace Of The Path He Had Alreadypainfully Trod. His Mind Screamed For A Warmth Not To Be FoundKnowing His Only Chance For Survival Was To Keep Moving ForwardHe Slowly Trudged On Into The Icy Teeth Of Hells Frozen Maw. Blowinggreat Plumes Of Laboring Breath That Left His Face Covered With Astinging Icy Sheen He Plunged Forward On Legs Of Stone His Visionstarted To Blur By The Sheer Force Of His Efforts. This Was A Battle Noman Could Win. His Mind Started To Reel With An Agonizing Pain Asdeath Started To Close In Its Icy Grip. Trying To Will Himself Past Thethreshold Of Mortal Man He Managed Just A Few More Faltering Stepsbefore His Frozen Body Fell To The Ground Slipping Into The Sweet Blackoblivion. Feeling A Sudden Sharp Pain He Moaned Helplessly Feelinghimself Being Slowly Lifted Into The Heavens Before The Final Crushingembrace A Voice Pierced The Darkness Uttering But One Single Wordforgiveness. His Last Vision That Of The World Slowly Gliding By.