#WritcoPoemPrompt103

Squadron cavalier came near like a catastrophe to her
Body shivering with legs walking backwards, she started to dodge
Crisscrossed just to noose her into the circumference of arms they made
Blaspheme, mock and whoop with their favorite preference for mockery

This is like the condemnation of a blameless
Her gallantry suddenly stagnates at that moment and she's just frantic
A girl with hazel eyes spearheaded this savageness
This is a...