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