The beginning of the end
His last goodbye; a shallow breath,
A nebulous remembrance and a cipher remained unsolved.
His lungs and mind restless,
As he hurled his body into a brick bed.
Boldly he confessed,
“Soon my limbs will wither at twilight.
But I’ll return at dawn of night.”
Uncertainty what about it?
He dwelled on as his blood coagulates,
His last thought drifting through sentience.