Riding his white stallion through the haze

Booming music through worn out speakers
Pulsating air pinching my skin,
Sweat dampening my hands
Patience wearing thin.
I feel watched
Leery smiles catching my gaze,
Eyes zoomed onto my form
Prey caught in the clubs haze.
“Alright love,” they ask
Laughing with glee,
Friends elbowing each other
I must escape, I must flee.

Is this the end to chivalry.

Illusion

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