It calls him, wavering through the thin air, he can smell it, he knows he’s close.
It calls him, he trudges through the deep snow, his feet like lead weights, he seeks it.
It calls him, he desperately tries to breathe, the thin airs choking him now, yet he continues on his quest.
It calls him, he’d like to stop now but he cant, he’s gripped by it, he desperately continues.
It calls him, blinded by the snow he collapses.
It no longer calls him.