I lift my hands to the pyre. I feed the fire. I feed the dream. I bare my teeth. I bite down. Does is taste of gold. Or of rot? Ha! What does it matter? Let them call it folly! I will rip the lifeblood from their bones as they did mine. I will take the scraps from their table. I will write my name into their kingdom. I will build my own. Even if my corpse is the last thing left to claim it!