Ivanhoe Knight Poem by Dimitri Khokhlov

Mirage, F-16 and Mig,
The Scorpions loudly sing,
Arrows, swords and stings,
Nevertheless i like to be a angel of peace,
The Lion heart we should wait to meet,
I stay in competition on poetry hit,
Right heartily rimes against all dark lines of trolls and pigs,
First pilot from Bethleem's Star is Michael sweet prince,
Angels of pure notes form my Melody's suite,
Appear from Solomon's song my lovely face of Sulamith,
So fine alive vase with perfect hips,
And flowers of lips without lipstick,
I stay before with my Cross on my wings and knees,
Cause i believe She Is,
My love fight against the sucide's beast.