Deing View

Climbing full of fear.
My life is at risk.
The top is so near.
I'm shaking off mist.

The dark shadows whisper.
You will never make it.
The morning makes a cure.
To keep moving for it.

As I get to the top.
I watch my supplies drop.
Without food or water.
My life doesn't matter.

This is the end.
This veiw my friend.
It was worth dieing for.