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.