With tears on her face she had left Bree, going out the west gate.
A rope she had carried and no one to stop her.
Walking up a hill and finding a tree.
There she hung under the night breeze.
Goodbye Mablyn Evernight.
Goodbye troubled lady of raven black hair.
Life of sorrows unspoken.
She had her adventures and it was fun while it lasted.
Until she woke up and realized all the harm she had done to others.
This endless struggle for survival, this endless pain.
It was not worth it.
No one would miss another alley rat.
