So Long...

It takes one strike.
Not two. Not three.
A single resounding clash of ball against strong wood gone.
No tries or chances,
SURELY you've had practice...?
Understand that we need the utmost single accuracy
the thunderous impact of wood and leather.
Above the fence! Even better
NEVER a mistake, NOT another
Pitch.

No glitch.
No technical error
behind this screen, gone blank
still as water; lurking crocodiles.
Meant there, so it was
An unspeakable atrocity
Covered up as 'Fate'
that soon, you will appreciate.

It was no mistake on my behalf;
No excuse that you would have;
Undecided, the last laugh;
yours or mine we both would starve

Decimated; burning true,
Blazing fires- not red, but blue,
THEY won't know just what to do;
No one else but me...
And you.

Adieu.