Clash

An extended comparison of two opposite conceptual characters, I really would like feedback as this has not been previously critiqued at all

 

Clash

He is night, and he is dawn,
He is the crescent moon, eerie and luminous,
And he is all the clouds, ever moving, ever changing,
They battle in the skies,
And forks of lightening hurtle downwards.

He is ice, and he is fire,
He is the cold kiss of death, phantom’s touch,
And he is the burning, of being too close to the fire,
They wage war in my nerves,
As I try to be numb and retain some control.

He is black, and he is white,
He is the threatening darkness, leaving me lost,
And he is shining light, which my eyes cannot take,
They try to keep my focus,
But I am blind from their god-like forms.

He is lies, and he is truth,
He is the serpent which writhes down deeper,
And he an angel looking down upon we mere mortals,
They tear my soul apart;
No one will survive this clash of titans.

And I shall be the first casualty,
To break upon the altar you built with your words,
Carved with your touch of the afterlife,
I shall become this sacrifice,
If only to end this massacre.


 

Reviews

[.:Naiira Harlow:.]

Some of your opposites are more side line opposites, but the poem was good. It seems like a clash of good and evil or Darkness verses light. The description of the two characters is amazing! The last stanza is interesting. The clash needs a sacrifice huh? That's rather interesting to say the least. All in all a great job of clashing forces
-Twilight