Thantos

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.