And The Beast**Stand. Hands braced against the wallGlow in the
A butterfly pinned Suddenly mute, immobile Trapped against a
I watch you waiting Flattered by your impatience Torn for wanting
My mother warned me Of the girl born out of flame Summoner of
The Game* *I taste the metal hasp, cold steelSpit dripping down
Will you remember When the water reclaims you The wetness we