The Challenge

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The blizzard fell and buried me alive.
I would have chewed my arm off to survive
But passers-by responded to my flare
And wryly said I gave them quite a scare.

I spend the next days in recovery
Left mostly to my thoughtful reverie.
Yet in the midst of brooding introspection
I found the fire to fuel my resurrection.

I still can hear that haunting voice so shrill
It cut me to the bone with eldritch chill.
Yet as my strength came back this lich had stole,
A newfound warmth had cauterized my soul.

Someday, I'll see the snow fall once again
And challenge what I struggled to attain.
But now I know if blizzards should arrive,
I will endure them, overcome, and thrive.