To Flame A WildflowerIts not in my nature to beg, but Ill stay on my knees until I feel that flame sputter out. And then I ll rip the world to shreds. Ive tumbled into a darkness so deep its hard to see the light, my petals curling inward as I tip my face from the sun. Hide from my monstrous actions. Traitor. Murderer. High Mistress. My mistakes hunt me down, and Im pulled into a political tug of war, balancing Ocruths welfare on the edge of a bloody blade. The moon is