None feared at the sight of blood or a little dirt.

They consist of a sea sailor,

a sky watcher,

a wander of land,

they’ve got the master mind,

someone who kept their heads up

and last but not least a drummer boy.

They are missing someone,

She got left behind on the last level.

A raven with oily wings.

Laughter levels have been low,

The cluster of bodies have singled out to only one.

There is only one left at the three lettered place.

The place where everyone gathered,

where everyone was together.

That togetherness is no longer where I am.

Two have left to become apart of the raiders.

Four have left to the rivers.

One is left at the place where aliens meet.

And now she’s misplaced in this game.

It only the 8th level

But they’ve leveled up,

She’s just a few moves behind.

They’ve got a team missing a player,

She’s a player missing her team.

Soon both will be reunited,

the 8th level tests their strength.

When September comes around again the new level will start

And the team will no longer be spread apart.

-p.g.y