I write poetry. Here's a couple examples:

The World Burning

A new day dawns for everything is turning,
The people struggle in the glorious fight
And for the ones we’ve lost, a soul is yearning.


A few wrong words have set the masses churning,
They march and kill and die for what is right
But all that one can see is the world burning.


Every inch of land, with blood they’re earning,
A righteous revolution becomes a plight.
And for the ones we’ve lost, a soul is yearning.


The bodies pile up, their count concerning,
The ones who live are fleeing in fright.
But all that one can see is the world burning.


Between men and children, they aren’t discerning,
They loot and kill and burn throughout the night.
And for the ones we’ve lost, a soul is yearning.


The children hope to see their fathers returning,
They wait from dawn to dusk and back to light.
But all that one can see is the world burning.
And for the ones we’ve lost, a soul is yearning.


Eternal Night

I hunt the demon through eternal night
He leaves a trail of death for me
I want to help, to stop their plight
But without the fire I cannot see.

I must walk on, as the houses burn
Flickering flames show his path
I shut my mind to any concern
And ignore the demon’s wrath.

I enter a village, filled with pain
A crushing mob begs me for aid
I slash at them and down blood rains
They rear back from my cold blade.

I have become what I once sought
The demon has led me from the light
I swing my sword at lightning’s pace
A burst of pain, then eternal night.