It was a pleasant day,
I felt victorious as I skied on snow.
One moment I was on the snow, making a mark.
In a moment it was over me, now I was the mark.
I screamed, but only I could hear my voice.
My friends had abandoned me.
A thought had stung me.
I prayed for the snow to melt.
I visualized mighty sun had wrapped me.
Then when the night set in, I tried jumping like a spring caught in cement.
The next day I heard my name.
The voices sounded familiar.
My body a frozen candy but my senses all alert.
I yelled with all my strength.
My friends were near.
Nothing seemed more assuring.
Some dark figures were approaching towards me.
Emovere 