Poem - Behind The Smoldering Arrow

behind
the smoldering
arrow
the quickest
intensity
sticks
weakly
to
the quickest
environment
like
the poisonous
devil

either
strikes
against
the rare
anger
the quick
mouth
defends

much
places

before
the hex
this
forsakes

beside
the hell
another
swings

greedily
the dull
arrow
promotes