A poem by Fisher kel Tath. "Ask what the dead faceSnatching the curtain asideThese stony tracks into blind worldsWhere to grope is to recallAll the precious jewels of lifeAsk what the dead seeIn that last backward glanceThese fetish strings knots left untiedWhere every sinew strainsTo reach and touch once moreAsk what the dead knowWhen knowing means nothingArms full and heaped with baublesAs if to build a home anewIn places we've never beenAsk but the dead do not answerBehind the veil of salty rainSkirl now amid the rotted leavingsWhen the worms fall awayTo that wealth of silence" ―The Lost Treasures of IndarosFisher kel Tath