Well, y'know, I only once wrote a poem in English, and it's not exactly what I would consider my masterpiece, but it rhymes and since there isn't so much other stuff in that language around here,  I post it anyway:

lights and shadows, golden glare
dressed in black, the shoulders bare
in the air a numbing cheer
foolish heart has brought me here
the enemy of feline ways
has been on my mind for days
I came to dare, I came to win
now I only stare and grin
sipping on the devils water
to make a move on devils daughter
I know the future, know it well
there won't be heaven, won't be hell
our footprints will be washed away
from the shore of yesterday
nothing to lose, a moment to win
the saint is just afraid of the sin
there is no reason for the scare
nothing to save for a later fare
I will use the given gift
to later feel I really lived
the number is, we may confess
just one - no more, no less
and though a certain feeling urged
we will be purged. We will be purged.
She crosses them and it calls me
this very moment it will be
I feel my blood is getting hot
I take aim to make my shot
she comes from winters frozen land
and I reach out...