The bitter cold last winter brought
A lesson that so well was taught,
And in the silence of the night
'Twas for my sanity I fought.
One candle left, it burned so bright
It filled the cabin with strange light,
And voices whispered on the breeze,
I feared my mind would take to flight.
For weeks trapped there within that freeze,
All that was left, dried bread and cheese,
My love she slept, so pale of face,
And still those voices in the trees.
The wind now rose to tempest's pace
And of the track there was no trace,
As blizzard's fury swirled around,
Now everything it would erase.
The fear I felt was most profound;
I watched her sleep without a sound,
The candle flickered, and it died,
Beside my love I then lay down.
Then in the dark she softly sighed.
Those voices now were right outside,
Are you there Tom? I heard the call,
And it was then a big man cried,
And it was then a big man cried.
Adding your comment:
You do such a good job of the rhyming in this. I don't do so well at it but I mostly write in free verse. Yours seems like you work very hard on it and it turned out well. I liked the story in it too. It sounded like a tale you might tell around a campfire to scare people. You did a good job of expressing yourself. 
