This is a short story written by my son Nathan on the 2nd September 2012, 12 years old

It's late in the night and it's raining outside like never before, A Man runs thru the jungle, his clothes are all wet, Suddenly he stops to run, With the water dripping down his face, he looks up from the dirt and sees the creature standing before him, clenching his sword tighter, Lightning strikes a tree behind him. The tree immediately begins to burn and a grin comes over his mouth. He says: "I hear you coming!", a hideous Beast (Dreamon) comes out of hiding with a big grin on its face it says "i have been following you for a while", He walks slowly and carefully to the Beast.The man says: "That was my plan and now I have you trapped in my area. Time for your last breath, because then I'll kill you, A protector sits in the shadows of the forest watching the event unfold as a guardian angel to the brave warrior that would dare challenge the beast to battle. "How amusing", the beast said with a feral smirk. The man said nothing more. He start´s to attack the beast. But the beast just stand there and laugh because his sword can´t cut through his skin. He raises his head and releases a fearsome roar knocking the man to the ground. The beast then gets on all fours and begins to circle his new prey. So weak so defenseless. The man fearlessly raises to his feet. He looks up. The beast makes his move. With open jaws the beast attempts to take a bite. The man dodges barely moving before the deadly jaws close. His protector then makes his move. With a faint whisper the protector casts his spell. The World Blows up.

this is just wrote, off the top of my head, no its not a poem.
its a story. i have no idea where it came from, but i just wrote it and maybe ill clean it up later and add parts. so this is a draft. titled "false accusations"

A car drives along a long dirt road in the early morning hours
it stops slowly at the edge of a cliff with the door opening with reflection of the morning sun
a man steps out, looking around as he moves to the front of the car,
dressed in a suit, tie, grey and his hair brown but messy as if he didn't sleep
he looks over the side, seeing the shape of a car down below with a blue roof and smashed front
a memory shows in his mind of a time he knew this car, of his own wife driving it as he said goodbye with a kiss
the same afternoon she didn't come home, he wondered where she was and called the police to report her missing
a search was started as they looked at him, from reports of the neighbours saying they had a lot of fights
there he thought bringing himself back to see the car over the edge in the darkness below
now with proof of his accused but no evidence crime, he is at the scene of where she has died
working his way down, a path to follow, bike riders and hikers took long ago still shows all the way down to the bottom
more memories, more sadness, as he tells the detective he is innocent