• The snow drifted softly,
    down from the sky,
    I lay down on the snow,
    Wearing a tattered white gown,
    I could see my breath,
    In the fading sun,
    My cheeks were begnning to feel cold-
    turning red-
    along with my nose,
    my eye lids felt heavy-
    with each snowflake-
    never the same-
    that fell on my face,
    I closed my heavy eyes,
    I could see something in the distance,
    but, my mind wandered,
    too far away,
    So I felt my week spirit,
    start to leek from my cold body,
    as the snow drifted slowly,
    and softly down.