BATTLE OF THE SUN AND NIGHT

• Charlie Clements, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2014

A million Golden wings burn bright,
sparkling with each wink of light.
Only to parade itself in the day,
however never at night.
The white beast dances way away out of sight,
Twisting and drifting,
It is a creature of beauty, admired by most;
Even the stars sometimes tend to boast.
But darkness hates its sight,
Trying to swallow it whole.
It growls and howls, snapping with all it's might,
And suddenly the dark punctures the beast,
It's mark as dark as coal.
Blood of gold paints the sky
And the beautiful beast; the Day Soarer
Has lost the battle and dark has come.
The stars squish out of hiding
And feel sad that the beast's sparking heart is numb.
But just as the night of darkness
Thought he had won
One gold wing poked from the earth,
Stabbing the dark with one mighty jab.
Wailing with shock, the night tries to grab
But the sun rocks forth from its death bed.
As more spikes pierce the beast,
The sky fades to grey.
Night is done
And day is ready to play,
As the beast spreads out its million wings that burn bright
And once again are sparkling with each wink of light,
The creature does its beautiful dance
And shines its arms into sight