Slowly it sweeps over me,

Like an icy wind it consumes me.

The chills run down my spine,

And the pain runs strong.

I have been defeated,

And I collapse in a heap,

Against the icy, cold ground.

All warmth flees my body,

Driving with it any sense of hope.

Finally the last flicker of light begins to fade,

Until I am left in complete and utter darkness.