Poets Awakening

The man had been walking through the barren tundra in the midst of a howling blizzard for an eternity it seemed, looking back behind him the furry of the storm had left no trace of the path he had already painfully trod. His mind screamed for a warmth not to be found, knowing his only chance for survival was to keep moving forward, he slowly trudged on into the icy teeth of hells frozen maw. Blowing great plumes of laboring breath that left his face covered with a stinging icy sheen, he plunged forward on legs of stone, his vision started to blur by the sheer force of his efforts. This was a battle no man could win. His mind started to reel with an agonizing pain as death started to close in its icy grip. Trying to will himself past the threshold of mortal man he managed just a few more faltering steps before his frozen body fell to the ground slipping into the sweet black oblivion. Feeling a sudden sharp pain he moaned helplessly feeling himself being slowly lifted into the heavens, before the final crushing embrace a voice pierced the darkness uttering but one single word Forgiveness. His last vision that of the world slowly gliding by.