He is a stoic, struck in stone.
Of noble brow and high cheekbone.
A striking, singular, face composed
And divided by an autocratic nose.
His liquid eyes are languid pools
Of dark emotion, sly and cruel.
His lips, perhaps, are a little full,
For a thin smile, apt to drool.
His tongue hides behind perfect teeth,
To spit venom from underneath
A studied beard and manners schooled