Lost...

Alone in the
the dark,
no one but
yourself and
the howl of
a lonely wolf.
Towering trees,
growing by the second,
falling snow,
frostbite,
sprinkling the ground,
Run if you can...
its no use,
you wont survive...
so sit down a enjoy the
last few hours of
your life,
and await death
with a smile,
as you sit and
stare at the
beautifully frosted river,
and enjoy the view,
and the song
of the wolf,
and enjoy
the moonlight...
because all that awaits,
is darkness...
so enjoy this
cold,
and embrace
death...