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