Пишу, но хорошие вещи получаются редко. Люблю писать белые стихи на иностранных языках (английский, французский). Тексты песен ваяю. Вот один из:

in the darkness and cold of his dwelling
I'm waiting for the great event
the dance of the cold steel
the rite of the blood magic

"warlock, warlock, leave me my soul!
don't tear it apart with your blade"

"you are but an empty vessel
which awaits till someone fills it...
with precious wine... or deadly poison"

naked body spread down weakly
just a predator's game
and it is tortured with anguish
for more perilous touches

"warlock, warlock, where is my soul?
you've stolen it right from my wounds!"

"hush my dearest treasure
don't spill your tears vainly
now when it's all over you are like no one else
empowered with magic - a receptacle of the might
though bound closely to the hand of your master"

let down these walls!
let the roof of the dwelling fall!
let me loose from the prison of mind!
let my entity back to my chest!

"warlock, warlock, you've stolen my soul!"

З.Ы. Starseeker, стихи зачетные)