Nennieth, Harbinger of Harmonyto Everyone

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.