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