Waking Dreams IV

~Waking Dreams IV~

Well past the "witching hour"
time stands still
but the mind races on
like a rocket aimed sunward.
The nearer to light's source,
the darker all seems to become.

Alone atop the Himalayan peak
where Winter's chill never wanes
I listen for the Yeti's call
to cry out the approach of Death
like the Banshee of Erin's lore.
One by one I watched them fall
the lack of air taking its toll
and the cold doing the rest.
Hands unable to wield the ice axe
lose grip on the rope as well
and the combined weight of two
drags both into the crevasse.
I eat snow against the drying wind
knowing it helps chill me more…
a strange choice between dehydration
and freezing,
though in the end the ice will win
and my frozen corpse will lie where it falls
for however many centuries
before another dares these slopes
and finds the evidence of my passing.

(to be continued?)