Certainty (in colour)

it would happen
perhaps, lately or
now, immediately
out of nowhere,
death will arrive
breath will dive
pulse will slow
pupils dilate
lungs deflate
gasping for air
strength, flair
all left, mind bereft
last few words
I am no more
certainty in store
of death and demise
all truth and lies
one short sigh
to be buried with I

Hunter

Alone in the moor
looking to end a life
circle gets completed
he contemplates

From a distance
he appears a savage
Inside he is crying
Listening to the prey
Wishing it well
deed must be done
Before the night fell