A Cold Cave

"Oh! The burning hands of Sun, pity me! For none am I but a petty man as you see", The man hid in the near cave panting, He looks around at the beautiful thing, A cave so long that light lost her way, With a torch, he pushed the dark away, As he walked to the dark in steady steps, Echoes spread to the cave of his footsteps. But soon the temperature dropped, And cold as he was, he only hoped, Of an opening where warmth shall return, And will find him and embrace him in turn, But as time flowed, he lost all hope, Legs frozen, he sat still as he had to cope With the great betrayal, he looks on, His torch about to die, leaving him alone.