Dead Winter
The two were trapped in a winter's storm,
Needed food and shelter to survive.
Using their bodies to keep warm,
Nothing else they could rely.
Then he spotted a glow at the summit,
His friend did not want to go.
She was scared they would plummet,
Or get mauled by lurking foe.
He explained it was their only chance,
If she wanted to stay alive.
How were they in this circumstance?
Can they maintain their drive?
They began their assent to the light,
Wind became an evil force.
It was dark and he was losing sight,
They continued a steeper course.
The wind howled like an angry spirit,
She then slipped and fell.
Reached for her hand could not get near it,
She plunged to the cracks of hell.
He stood alone surrounded by death,
Wondering what to do next,
Freezing cold and with his final breath,
Jumped to give respects.
To this day two sculptures are seen,
On the towering pinnacle.
Formed in stone of the King and Queen,
Their creation a miracle.
By: Greg Stanley
Written December 9, 2011
Contest entry “Dead Winter”
Copyright © Greg Stanley | Year Posted 2011
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