Isolated

In the evening I looked around no one I could see with me yet we climbed altitude together a team of ten without team spirit the strong cold wind enter my eyes vampires and anacondas move near. I hear their footsteps I try to shout loud, loud but my echoes answer me rudely I place my hands on the chin Is this mountain climbing a fuss? Am I sacrificed for the wild? my temple developed rings but this was not the answer a spark of light combed my eyes this too was not reply Complete serenity left me and ghosts of intrigue whispered “Honest trekked across the rivers each one has reared a wolf as pet in the parlor of life.”