I was looking at a picture and to my surprise
The man within it was staring back with big eyes
Of a handsome dark brown shade of some kind
That allowed me to peer inside his mind
And I felt his determination and uncertainty
To solve a puzzle of great complexity
I suppose he could have been thinking several things
Maybe of his incredible onyx ring
One of his eyebrows were raised above the other
And the straight-faced confusion upon his face made me shutter
Maybe he was trying to figure out the Horseman mystery
Or maybe he thought at the time it was quite silly
His gothic black coat made me think further into him
As I asked, "What could he be feeling within"
The trench was outlined by a stripe of white
And the buttons were as dark as night
He, however, wasn't yet complete
Without his lips so incredibly sweet
Oh yes, his admirable puckering lips
Which were amazingly and marvelously crisp
They looked as if he were saying to me
"Would you like a kiss, or two, or three"
With messy dark brown hair, and whitish skin
I wanted to know what he felt within
I wrote this while looking at a picture of Ichabod Crane. He had a pretty blank expression on his face, so I couldn't go too deep into emotion. Perhaps next time I'll use one where he's scared. Hmmm…