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             
         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