To die, perchance to wake
to see no more the pain
that man always make
To fall, and hope to stop
the ground greets hard
that final, fatal drop
To know and hope to be
just as always wanted
those happy people see
To speak, and then to hear
words of comfort given
to take away the fear
To sleep and not to care
to drift in warm comfort
places waking does not dare
To go that final black
greeted by who gone before
To walk, and not look back
To die, perchance to know
what awaits the final walk
and where the goodness go


This is my goodbye. To those I told I loved, I love you.
To those I told I hate, it still stands.
To those who would destroy all I worked for with lies and falsehoods
that have no backing with proof or reality.. you will get your come
uppance.
To the Serpentlords, those who remain true, will know how to reach me.
When I am needed again, call and I will come.

Forever in service, to Sapience and beyond
Katia

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Sarapin, in the year 413 AF.