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