The death bell tolls while the anger of winter brings its frozen tears floating like feathers down onto the earth
The cold grips him as each toll rings out upon a silent neighborhood
His mind occupied by the task at hand but holds onto his hope like a medallion
As his warmth dwindles from the endless arctic freeze and the cloak of darkness hindering his sight with only a miners lantern guiding him
Numbness finally succumbs his senses and hope falls away into the night like a fire losing its luster
A destination planned like points on a graph never a-line does he feel hopeless and lost in the white death swirling in a darkness filled with distant lights.