No prompt. -DreamingFirefly- told me to do a 6-word story challenge and I came up with something (Which are the last six words of this poem).
But after I created it, my mind had a scene for it so I wrote this poem.

I inhaled
and exhaled.
A breath passed.
I Blinked
and re-blinked.

No matter how
many times.
It remained the same.
Orange hues
tasting the blood
And chilly winds
kissing the wounds.

As lifeless as
his body looked,
my heart felt .
Some different end neared
as the day began to melt.

The sphere descended low
One setting sun
Swallowed two souls...

In the original one-liner, what meant was, one person dying-- which is refered to, as the setting sun-- and two more people slipping into the night, tearing apart due to his death.