Odd O'blography

End of Endings

Messieurs, Mesdames, and motley fools,
to whom it may concern,
it's time to set aside the scythe
and take a different turn.

No more creepy, weepy, reaping,
an end to snuffing wicks,
the thousand million swan songs sung
along the river Styx.

Goodbye ye dimmed, ye doomed and damned,
those pure of heart and true,
my tenure terminates tonight,
I bid you all adieu.

Love and kisses,

The Grim Reaper



author's note ▼

third place for 09/02/2022 in The Not-So-Daily Poem 

Resignation letter from the grim reaper.

Must use alliteration, assonance, or consonance.