Ok so this is my first post. It was for my English class. We had to take the sonnet, She Walks in Beauty by Lord Byron, and make it our own about the perfect man or woman. I suck at commin' up with stuff like that on the spot, sooooo I used my favorite male specimen from Harry Potter!
He Walks with Grace
He walks with grace, like a feline hunter
Of stealth and determination
And boundless in his need to be the protector
Meet in his deep eyes of absolution
Thus awed in revelation of his offer
Which seeks to rid the mind of deception
One is not able to see through the facade
Had one even cared to see underneath
Which would make one quite placid
Or at least relieved to know what's beneath
Where pure truth makes itself lucid
How one will find what they wish not to bequeath
And his obsidian eyes and locks
So contrast his pallid features
The deepness of his eyes do not block
But the least important fixtures
A wonder of one whose countenance is like a rock
A man who is more complicated than a vector