(for children of the Thought Masters...)
Mirror foe who masks my heart,
Blacks my blade against the stars;
Teach me truth from flesh deception,
Show me spirit out of seeming.
Bright-honed edge of bloodforged glory
may not serve the Empire best:
Paths of silence, plans of shadow
Wind toward surer victory.
Mirror foe who masks the warrior,
Let the weapon I was born
Prove by act beyond appearance
What klin fires this alien blood.