I wrote this in college for a class I was taking. I always rather liked this poem, but I think it needs a little more editing.
Beautiful and sensual, his presence
is dangerous. Forever hunting,
he scans the room for weakness.
Our eyes meet, challenging gods
fight for possession in the ebony orbs.
He knows untold secrets, the black
humanity hides under Christian smiles
and false prophets. Knowledge
is power. I know who he is.