As I Finally Feel the Midnight Chill

Although there is a slight chill in the air,

My mind ignores it,

like it isn't there.

It tells me I'm warm enough,

That cold is not near.

But I must soon agree,

I'm starting to feel it here.

In my feet,

and on my hands,

The chill is spreading everywhere,

Yet, I still don't understand.

I cannot move,

I am totally numb.

Is this what it feels like?

Have I finally succumbed?

Succumbed to weakness, pain, and death.

Must I crumble so lamely?

Will this be my last breath?

But you appear suddenly,

In all your white suited glory.

To save the peasant girl,

From anymore agony.

The distance is fading,

But I want to hold on.

To that last shred of hope,

That I'll live to see dawn.

We stop all of a sudden,

You holding me still.

The cold returns again,

As I finally feel the midnight chill...