Ascending View

The night was cold this evening,
The wind upon my face.
From off the mountain tip it roared,
Like hell had found this place.

Pulling the hood down over my eyes,
From strewn debris I hid.
From blackened clouds, pelting rain,
To save myself I did.

Gust's-clenched hand's of iron,
Took hold it seemed my frame.
To shove against it with all my will,
Would surely drive me insane.

Reaching out with all my strength,
I felt a twinge of doubt.
For where once stood the house I had,
I knew I'd go without.

In the flash of the lightnings crash
was where I found my trouble.
Where once stood a door there was no more,
Only a pile of rubble.

Panic set in, freezing my mind
As the storm began its rage.
I felt the heart in my chest now race,
For it had me center stage.

The pain; in the back of my head,
A blow like never before.
It knocked me forward into the air,
I knew my head was tore.

The lights went out to nothingness,
I barely remembered the sound.
Crashing thunder, in the heavens;
Reverberating all around.

And I looked upon the stillness there,
That body up on the tree .
Was the body I walked so closely with,
A body no more I'll be.