<u>Old Mort</u>


    Death dreams gently of sharpening his scythe.If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it.


    A single clean swipe to take your life.


    One world to the next; the subtle knife.


    Just a gentle nod as he sends you on


    Consummate professional since time began.


    Does not care for your word or deed,


    Nor darkest action in hour of need.


    To the reaper all the same,


    He does not judge, he does not blame.


    Born of duty, on he send,


    Bringing peace, at the end.