Curled and crumbled I was,
Struggling between the two feather’s sheet,
In the horrible situation with the most uncomfortable position..
Through the sleek slits..
Scorching the monster breeze..
Amongst the snoring wolves..
Siting alone and squeezed..
The tinges of the darkest night..
Passed from my open eye..
Each moment I was so drenched..
As if tied up with some ice made fence..
Blood got freeze, nerves senseless..
Movement was so stiff..
that I became numb and restless..
The wait for the first ray..
Was the only hope to survive..
Otherwise the night was screaming..
As if wants to convert me into deadly alive..