Cold winter night, hands freezing in the windA little fire burns, faint and dimBlow to keep it going, stop its declineFrostbitten fingers need it, the warmth sublimeBattle for the fire’s life bringing lightDo not let it fade softly into the nightFan the flame, at least a bit moreMake it rise and blaze, make it roarThe effort seems futile, hope fades“Gather more sticks,” the adventurer bades“Hope against hope, you may be rewarded”They strained, far more than could be affordedDimmer still the fire glowsThe party’s spirit shrinks to a lowFear creeps in as they huddle roundThat they be lost forever, never foundPanic sets in, as the last flame diesGone are the friendships, the adventurer tiesOnly terror, and the dark nightThe wish to run, but cold holds them tightNow only one ember glows in fragile fireAnd slowing hearts make the situation direLast frosted breaths enter the airThe last ember dies, none left to care.