And thus, the ambience of the snow before me;

Though fulfilled with the warmth of mine own embrace,

The aura, the perception of the arrow of death a-chilled.

From of which, pierces through the delicate layers of my pitiful armour;

Pushing further through past the defense of the body,

Advancing, thrusting, attacking my muscles and veins alike.

Cracking the bones, snapping the nerves that hold my soul,

Completely reaching thorough to my soul at last.

Yet, only stroking it, reminding me of mine own existence;

Tantalizing my ego, I am immortal.