Black glass stands between us

The thin face of otherness

Risen into difference

These sibling worlds

You cannot reach through

Or pierce this shade so distinct

As to make us unrecognizable

Even in reflection

The black glass stands

And that is more than all

And the between us

Gropes but never finds

Focus or even meaning

The between us is ever lost

In that barrier of darkness

When backs are turned

And we do little more than refuse

Facing ourselves.

Preface to The Nerek Absolution

Myrkas Preadict

(MT, UK Trade, p.401)