Pools Of Ebony

He looks into the pools of ebony,
To find out what lies within,
Surrounding the ebony is ivory skin,
Sculptured over a frame of bone.

He wonders about these deep dark pools,
Do they gladly suffer fools?
How many stories could be told?
What secrets do they hold?

Slowly the pools move away,
Far across the room,
Gliding gracefully through the doors,
And disappears into the gloom.

Spellbound now this poor lad is,
Because never has he seen,
Such beauty held within eyes,
As of this his lovely queen.

Liz