A Glowing Note

Have you learned where your journey ends?
Have you lost yourself in the woods, bard?
Or have you found your answer?
Have you wondered why this has happened to you?

Here posted is the final step of your path.
Take it.

*An ethereal yellow glowing page remains tacked to the board. Any who touch it hear the tune perfectly. This page may be copied.

Well now, gather ‘round, my people
And sing me off to sleep
My day’s been filled with sorrow
That sorrow is so deep

Well, sing those songs of trouble
Gloominess and sin
Those songs of certain evil
No, of good men giving in

For you shall be my shepherds
Leading me to joy
And through this everlasting
We’ll find a better day

For if the end is coming
And all of us should drown
Then sing me first a love song
When that mean old sun goes down

*there is a section burned out*

And if my countrymen be brothers
Sing of your deeds
Sing to me in joyous tones
And in my time of need

And one day you will find me
And when at last you come
I’ll tell you of my secret
That the world is not my home

So hold your voices high
As the room gets darker now
Let the trumpets pray
For this leery liar
Sing the songs of wonder
Gentlemen, in my time of need

Oh we have been this place before
General, row your boat ashore
We are lost, the night is dark
General, row your boat ashore

Forgive me my mistempers,
I’ve been so quick to judge
Help is cold and greedy
As you’ve meant so very much

And if this darkness is everlasting
And it’s wicked and it’s cruel
Then kiss my forehead gently
And know that I love you

*there is a section burned out*

And as the sun goes gently down
My friends they pivot and turn around
They bound and swivel
They sing low, low, low

They sing low, low, low
They sing low, low, low
They sing low, low, low
They sing low, low, low

And the world is not my home, sir
And the world is not my home, sir
And the world is not my home, sir
And the world is not my home, sir
And the world is not my home, sir

Yeah, I’ve been this place before
General, row your boat ashore
We are lost, can’t see the stars
General, row your boat ashore

I have been this place, I know
General, row your boat ashore
It is true that the world is not my home, no
General, row your boat ashore

[UNSIGNED]
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if anyone intends to sing this song, please contact me first.

I am unsure of my ability to vocalize this tune.
However to those who plan to sing, I would like to see how this culminates.

-Leliana Kainen

Does this mean we'll ha' ta give bards wi' designs on th' Throne a kicking?

Something such as this might be within my power. I do not know much of what this whole conundrum but if you need a voice , I might be able to lend mine. If you would like to fill me in more on this, Ms. Leliana, I could give it a try.

Reno, considering many of us must have touched this paper and hear the tune, I believe anyone can sing this song.
I think you should lend it your voice and power.
I will send you a missive to catch you up to speed.
I am suggesting that all the bards and those who like to sing, get together and sing it all together so that we all may see how this fate plays out.

-Leliana Kainen

The biggest problem I see is the burn marks on this page. It leads me to believe the song is incomplete or something is hidden between the lines. I would suggest we try to somehow fix it to see the full song in it's entirety. We don't want to accidentally summon another personification of nightmares.