You walked into the hall and time fair stopped;
Sharp voices hushed abruptly in the room.
There every mind stood scrubbed of every thought
Save but the one your visage now did own.
Oh beauty rare, that with strong silent power,
By looks alone could every eye so glaze,
And with a single glance stun faces dour
Soft killing them in silent dumbstruck praise.
What pleasure so to see the haughty slain;
Sweet beauty’s boot upon those pompous throats
Where from thick scrags that thin blue blood might stain
White ruffled bands that those black hearts did sport;
But then you flashed a smile to souls astound—
And in an instant razed them to the ground.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.