A man which is empty in every way Tears keep on falling like parts of his soul Begging all day to just slip away Gave it so much that he cannot feel whole
Fading away and off to the wild Finds himself in a peculiar place The air had breath and land undefiled Mountains they crumbled when seeing his face
Darkness crept in as a cat in the night Flame rose around him but had not a word Rocks fell to crush him and take out his light He shattered them as his vision got blurred
Gentle appearance but hear his rage roar In his soul are drums singing sound of war
First attempt at an english sonnet(ish), though not sure if the syllable stresses are true iamb