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