12, 11, 10, 9...
To wait for a sign, for the night to align
For a game of midnight hide-and-seek,
perhaps it seemed too real.
A simple game;
The players hid and the seeker searched;
while they ran players' stomachs lurched;
when they were finally found.
8, 7, 6, 5...
Players all happy to be alive,
for the millenium lights to arrive;
and so patience was required--
As time was slowly ticking for a wait to be waited.
Darkness pressed down a heavy lead,
to anyone's cries to be heard and said,
so they could be disqualified.
4, 3, 2, 1...
A stretch of road and a game for fun
The work of a century had been done;
For all the standing, untaken pawns,
came closer to an ending, so they could have a break.
"Don't give up,"
a phrase that fed players cup by cup,
at long last started to fade.
0...ready or not, here I come...
as the time remaining had been some;
for a tree to bear its ripe, red plum--
and all lives scraped to a stand-still.
The moment so waited for would arrive soon;
towards the face of an apprehensive moon,
as darkness began to collect.
