When Black Means Gold (Hail, Simone)

Subdued greatness awaiting, in her poise.
Siloed stillness, that shuts out all the noise.
 
She takes a breath, & moves in strides.
Arms spreading like dusk, fists pumping, at her sides.
 
Her ignighted frame begins, in it's rise,
An ecliptic moon, over Paris skies.
 
Her every movement, a sudden of flips.
We witness the beauty of La Chapelle's eclipse.
 
Up there, she dances quick, in peerless flight.
Elegance that spins, skin like the night.
 
She comes back down, in a meteoric landing.
A smile, & a grace, yet withstanding.
 
At once, she is both calm, & cyclone.
A pride to her Country, we hail Simone.
 
She is history, living, & to be told.
She is the epitome of, when black means gold.