Spitfire
An individualist deserter,
Of a rebellious demeanour,
With proficiency in sarcasm like humour,
Strutted on the sidewalk in a manner,
In all her glory that defines spitfire,
AZ is a commoner like loner,
Always on her best behaviour,
A nightmare on the avenue of danger,
She is trouble and insincere,
Yet she couldn't help but notice the disorder,
That had everyone shaking in all that is terror,
It is hero time for her,
And with"Oh, there's another",
She is ready to defeat the monster,
With just a click on her glasses amber,
She is dressed in dark yellow for cover,
Along with black all over,
And her special powers,
She is matchlessly matched in casual colours,
Of death and carnage like you haven't seen ever,
Here comes Ablaze in all her grandeur.
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PoésieCongratulations to our June contest winners: 1st Place - @MichaelTyger 2nd Place - @undoubtedlymine 3rd Place - @ifana8 Honorable Mentions @lyttlejoe @naomimrshl Welcome to our June 2019 Contest! This month is the first installment of our "Super Sum...
