How do I end without beginning?
Through faded scars adorning?

Or perhaps by tired sigh,
A breath released into an evening sky
Waiting for a sun that he’ll never see rise
Sword fallen by his side, long forgotten

The sun bleeds red as the moon hums
A soft song of forlorn goodbye
To worn hands and tired eyes
A life lost, but a battle won

How do I end without beginning?
By mourning a hero dead and gone?