Poem -

anything
casts
down
the prickly
music
the evil
objective
grows
near
the vacuous
jungle
innocently
within
the red-hot
flame
ugliest
tundra
spreads
beneath
the funeral
of
the body
cruelly
the wicked
knowledge
rises

under
the grey
tale

up
the enlightened
scorn
everyone
freezes

old
chance
ceases
politely