Winter's moon shining its eerie white light
On the freshly fallen snow.
Tracks too small for anybody
To identify.
A man struggles walking in knee deep
Snow. 
Blanket wrapped around him,
Trying not to shiver in the cold
And keep the wind from freezing
Him.
His body is colder than ice,
He can feel his blood starting to freeze
With each breathe.
With each step he thinks its his last
Step.
He is knows death is watching him in the shadows
Of the surrounding trees.
He would embrace death
Like an old friend.
He draws what he thinks is his last breathe
As he falls forward in the snow.
God has other plans for the man.
A stranger,
Who just so happened to be nearby walking in the
Snow,
Sees a lump in the snow.
The man awakes in a bed,
In a small cottage.
He wonders how he got
Inside the cottage.