This bb-post contains my last words as an Avalonian; I am leaving, and you
shall never see me again.
This world has been immensely enjoyable, but sadly, in every way too
consuming. I feel that to sustain my presence would be to kill myself,
quite literally. Now, if you will forgive me my sentimentality, I'd like to
sum up my farewells in a tribute to the greatest bard of them all (I'm sorry
No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it; for I love you so
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
O, if, I say, you look upon this verse
When I perhaps compounded am with clay,
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse,
But let your love even with my life decay,
Lest the wise world should look into your moan
And mock you with me after I am gone.
If you think that was for you, it probably was.
Love you all, Nennieth.
Written by my hand on the 15th of Eleuthral, in the year 1000.