Here I'm about to turn

another page -

knowing full well

climax is over;

it's time to focus Scribe

the epilogue is here -

every act, each character

has had a play
while my back's bare,

plate empty

hands in clear
I sigh in content

for Mulan of my soul 

has had her day
Pixie has flit about
in gay abandon
while the Puckish me
imp-ed without a care
the well meaning truant
has delved in all -
so pick pen afresh

with final stroke
prepare for curtain call

let the finale be a line
that lays me to somber rest 

in happy sleep of oblivion

to any clap and roar.