Oh Clandestine, Oh Clandestine, My Clandestine, What have you done through Clandestine? Like a wildfire spread without a warning, Lavishing anguished of despair, Torturified calling of death, You are my sweet Clandestine. Note: I wrote Clandestine for a wricon. Feel free to read it! Under revisions, but you can still read it if you want. Won first place in IE's writing contest.