Dazzling

The lady was sparkling, dazzling.
People turned and gasped as she,
Waltzed through the room so passively.
The crowd was gathering so massively;
The thief, acting so casually,
Took no tugging or hassling,
Removing the necklace so nastily.
She touched her neck so absently;
Her demeanor changed so vastly;
She’s no longer dazzling.

This poem is in response to <a href="http://Weekend Writing Prompt #272, via Sadje at Keep It Alive.