Cemented Thy Grisly Fate

(My husband has been working all evening taking out a fence. When it gets dark, he has me come shine a flashlight so he can work on the last post. It turns out that the last post was cemented in with at least twice as much cement as any of the others. It refuses to be pulled out, and my husband and I go in and go to bed. The next morning I wake up to the following text:)

Text: “I have slain the mighty fence post. It lieth dead in milady’s yard.”