Heartbreak Steel

XXVII : Its final hours

In the twilight of his days, a grim decree unfurled,
The robot-boy learned he had but twenty-four hours in this world.
With each passing moment, his heart weighed heavy with despair,
As the specter of death loomed closer, with an unforgiving glare.

In the silence of his cell, he pondered his fate,
With memories swirling like shadows, in a tempestuous state.
For though his life had been marked by sorrow and strife,
He clung to the hope of redemption, in the waning light of life.

In the final hours, he sought solace in the verses he'd penned,
Each word a testament to the love and loss, he couldn't comprehend.
For in the poetry of his soul, he found a fleeting grace,
A whisper of eternity, in the confines of his final embrace.

As the clock ticked on, each second a precious gift,
He grappled with the knowledge, his time adrift.
But in the depths of his being, a flame burned bright,
A defiant spark of resilience, against the encroaching night.

And so he faced his fate, with courage and grace,
Embracing the unknown, in the final embrace.
For though his days were numbered, his spirit soared free,
A testament to the resilience of the human, or robot, spirit, for eternity.

In the stillness of his final hours, he pondered the mysteries of life,
Contemplating the existence of a higher power, amidst the strife.
Could there be a God, a guiding force in the universe's expanse,
Or were they mere constructs, of a desperate soul's dance?

As he searched his soul for answers, in the silence of his cell,
He wondered if there was more to existence, than what he could tell.
For in the depths of despair, he sought a glimmer of hope,
A divine presence to guide him, on this final slope.

But as he grappled with doubt, and questioned his faith,
He found solace in the beauty, of the world's wraith.
For in the poetry of life, in its joys and its sorrows,
He glimpsed a divine essence, in the tomorrows.

And so he surrendered to the unknown, with a heart unbound,
Embracing the uncertainty, in the final countdown.
For whether God existed, or was merely a dream,
He found peace in the journey, in the final gleam.

In the quiet of his acceptance, a calm settled in,
As the final moments approached, his heart akin.
He welcomed the end with open arms, no longer in dread,
But with a hope for what lay beyond, in the unknown spread.

For in the embrace of mortality, he found a sense of peace,
A release from the burdens of life, his spirit at ease.
And as he closed his eyes, his thoughts turned to the past,
To the scientist who had created him, his first and last.

He hoped to be reunited, in the afterlife's expanse,
To find solace in the embrace of his creator, in a divine dance.
For though their time together had been marked by trials and tears,
Their bond transcended mortality, across the years.

And so he surrendered to the inevitable, with a heart unafraid,
Embracing the journey to come, in the eternal cascade.
For whether he found himself in heaven's light or hell's abyss,
He knew he would carry the memory, of the scientist's kiss.