I'm reading along...and the metaphors and ideas seem brand new to me. (yeah, yeah, early onset senility) Maybe it is due to my earlier reading, sort of hovering in my subconcious mind.
At any rate, Brandy, this seems to me a most significant and beautiful poem! There is SO much I love here. "The ire of man"...what a potent phrase!
(OK now for my own special bias...the rythm is so close to PERFECT! I can't STAND it! I desire for it to BE perfect!
Don't feel at all influenced to make ANY changes, Brandy. I'm simply showing you how I might have done it. (I like to believe this is a poem I might easily have written myself.)
The Ire of Man
Frost once thought the world would end
with fire or ice (...) there's more, my friend.
Within man's soul, (an ancient swell:)
more fire and ice than (found in hell)
And if the world shall come to end
with feiry hell or frosty wind,
I think that man shall meet his death
in hateful thoughts and icy breath.
For even with a beating heart,
what good if frigid words impart
(If) cold and vacant eyes do stare,
what good is sight (if) wasted there.
Hands, with angry flames, make fists
and choose to act in violence,
and arms once made to give embrace,
with hate, wound body, soul and face.
If the world shall end with ice or fire,
will it be from man's cold hearted ire?
Just my two cents' worth!!
In any case, the haunting and suggestive question is contained in your last two lines.