It was very cold morning
I heard that someone’s calling
I swiftly looked outside
There was no single life
But I heard voice again
It was begging for the help
I took off gun from the wall
Open door and came to cold
Snow layer was on ground
Ice wind was howling loud
Nothing was seen in fog
I heard for nearest bog
Unexpectly thrilling shout
Sounded inside my house
I rushed back into the home
To my surprise I was alone
Is that voice real or not?
Why I feel unusually cold?
Scream was still ripping air
It was and here and there
But suddenly I saw
To whom that voice belong
The spirit of my old friend
Choose right place where to stand
Five years ago without regret
Bullet crashed into his head
His eyes were frozen points
His face was looking morbid
His lips whispered to me
You’ll die and I’ll be free!
He said so and disappeared
But I knew that he was near
Voice was still heard in my ear
With the cold I started shiver
I fired two matches
I dropped them on the floor
There was only one method
To get rid on this cold
The voice was almost deafen
This spirit will not win
My home was quickly burning
And I was burning in!
