A free-verse juxtaposition poem about my brother and I, the first poem I wrote after 4 years.

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The sun rose and two stars met

The day he was born, he issued me a challenge,

on a battlefield of fire and ice:

and I accepted.

endless sky below their feet and rocky ground stretched above.

My brother and I,

Towering Apollo and bright-eyed Artemis,

We squall.

locked in mortal combat.

We fuss.

They fought with swords and pikes,

We taunt.

with bow and arrow,

We will do anything

with spear and fist.

for the victory we crave.

They fought for dominion,

Every minute,

but the sun passed and set,

day in and day out.

and both stood.

Neither backs down.