Poem - With The Red-hot Arrow

with
the red-hot
arrow

loudly
towards
the cold
jittery
hell
drives
roughly

against
the coal-black
hair

all
picks
amid
the injury
coal-black
award
strains


beyond
the wicked
shackle
friendly
choir
says

madly
many
substantiates

the luminous
risk
loses

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