AS  THE  SUN SETS  BENEATH  THE  HORIZON 
 BEYOND THE  CLIFFS, THE  REMAINING  HEAT 
 IS   POOLED   IN   THE   FIRES   OF  THE 
 WANDERERS, AND THE DARK  GLEAMS OF THEIR 
       KNIVES, WANTING TO FIND YOU.       
                                          
 CAUGHT AGAIST THE WALL,  STOPPING  TIME, 
 BUT  IN  THE NEXT  MOMENT  YOURE  THREAD 
           AROUND A GLASS EDGE            
                                          
                                   
            PERIOD OF             
       TRANSFORMATION       
        OIL AND FIRE         
                            
                                          
 AND WE  GRILL  YOU,  THE  MOST  PRECIOUS 
            AND CRISP CRITTER,            
          PIERCE YOU ON A DAGGER          
          AND PUT YOU OVER FIRE           
                                          
                  A TASTE