Commencement held excitement
contained by the players; filled with joy
Simple events worth living,
more than anything before
No doubt in succession with experience and knowledge
All was there nothing could be torn.
Mother Nature swarmed the fearless air with distracting winds
With the players brought concern,
where lay the sins?
Levels on a rise played role in the fiasco
As for control of the game, remained unanswered.
Completion was near, so close you could rub upon it
Yet this was no elated resolution
that one player could have solved it
Mishap, Disaster, Catastrophes, gleamed deep red
One player remains filled, the other will never be again.