Greetings, soon to be departed
Your time is near, shall we get started?

Death is not the end for you
This, my friend, I promise to be true

Just a switch, a change of pace
Not the FINAL resting place

It will not hurt, not a bit
No need to be afraid of it

I swear that I will make it quick
For me it's just a simple trick

Painless, no worries at all
So come along, no time to stall

You're life is fading, almost done
Dimming like the setting sun

Time to go, come, and take my hand
To a place of wonders so grand

You won't miss that tarnished shell
Of a body, you claim to love so well

No more suffering, come with me
See how wonderous things will be

Say goodbye, dearly departed
Your new life has finally started

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Most of you may have wondered why this poem about the Reaper seems... uplifting, I suppose is the word. Well I can't tell you. It's a guessing game. If you can tell why this death poem was cheerful, you'll be a character in my upcoming series.

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I did not attend his funeral, but I wrote a very nice letter saying I aprroved of it.
Mark Twain

No man should be afraid to die, who hath understood what it is to live.
Thomas Fuller

Dying is an art, like everything else.
Sylvia Plath.

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Hope you enjoyed my poetry and the three qoutes below the poem.