A river flowing over rocks of power
Tumultuously streaming the water may devour
But when serene, the liquid gives life
Conflicting in all is Light and Darkness� strife

The force of chaos is consuming in its hate
While that of peace revitalizes with care
These opposite forces living in all have a fate
To strip the power of their opposition bare

While one does reign the other must fall
And taking vengeance they both consume all
But then, one must question, are they not both the same?
Both competing for a glorious fame

But, ceasing to exist at the same time, in the same way,
It may not be unsafe to say
That war merely, during night and day,
Strives to make peace his most beauteous prey

Peace, the sweetest power to find,
Never had vengeance on her heavenly mind
Instead, in a desperate attempt to be kind,
For the good of all, she tried to demolish a bind

This bind hindered growth, the bind was the fight,
The fight that day has with the night,
Never do both come into sight,
And there is no chance that they ever might
So let us hope that someday, above war, peace will take flight


Author Neal Miller
First Place at the 2003 English Expo Contest.
45 Minutes were Allowed to write this poem
15 Years Old. Freshman in High School