My heart sunk like a rock into a fright,
I gasped when I saw the sight.
Down those mountains we were to ski,
I felt inside as if I should flee.
I built up the courage and flew down the hill,
I couldn't help but think that I was on my way to the kill.
The ice going down was like a mirror,
The views had never been clearer.
As I flew down the weathered ice,
My speed did nothing but maximize.
It was an endless day in the fridged cold
Down the icy hills we strolled.
Devices used:
Rhythm
Simili
Metaphore
