Written in 2013
Hidden, I plot my course.
My team undergoing cunning force.
Their flag, our flag, the sun grounding.
A shout, a call, I’m seen.
Panicking, I flee to the enemy,
“Wrong way!” my team screams.
But a thought, a plan, a hole’s my remedy.
He fell, it worked! To my base I bolt.
I ran, my team protected, victory was near.
Few more paces, almost there, every step giving me a jolt.
“Time’s Up!” the buzzer’s call, worst sound I’ll ever hear.