Forged in the souls of disbelievers,
The atheists and dark deceivers,
A blade of mythore, intricately wound,
With mana, magic and an absence of sound,
No singing songs, the silence
That rings with wrongs and violence,
The distilled innocence of the lost,
The rape of faith, an ultimate cost,
A blade of mythore that is bound
By fate to put gods in the ground,
If found by choice or by mere chance,
Beware the power of the Glance,
For it is forged in the souls of disbelievers,
The pernicious, evil, dark deceivers!
Note to new and old fans of my Cyralost mythology: Sorry there are no appendices this time, I am dashing off immediately to approve book one in The Chronicles of Tarkus as my proof copy just arrived as I was typing this and I am delighted with it, can’t wait to tell you all when it goes live on Amazon. So very nearly here!