Congregated aside this unhospitipal landscape...
Lies a man, tattered and worn..discombobulated in mindstate
On his journey, torturous perils he faced...he held together
Never did he once complain about the wheather
Pushed on, kept posture and rhythm..not once knocked from position.
Held his vision on pulling through and surviving
Holding in the need for water and food he was desperatly striving.
........
..............
.....But eventually the conditions forced him, to a struggle
Cold set in, and his mind was betrayed in attempt to juggle..
Stress with physical breakdown...but he wasnt prepared to breakdown.
Held it down.....kept moving....His fingers black and stale
Eyes drying out, mind souring and skin very pale...
Sleet, snow and hail, he pushed those final few feet to scale,
Arose over the snowy ridge, When out of exhaustion he collapsed.....
and his heart did fail......


^My interpretation of a true story of of an old man who got lost and
walked 17 miles in the cold snowy climate of the northern welsh hills (not snowdonia)

Pz.