Yit

A legend long hidden in the depths of the Wey,

his tender caress can ruin your day.

He won’t favour a team, a side or a plan,

he hates us all, be you lady or man.

His sole purpose in being is to disrupt your fun,

his wrath is for all, reserved from none.

A challenge of nerves, of finesse and of guile,

no prize to be won, just reprieve from his smile.

Although his violence ought not be ignored,

your fate is the same should he sneak aboard.

A buffer is required, options hardly abound,

no protection could better your loyal hound.

The tales and warnings of generations past,

beg us to ensure that we are not the last.

For a finish whilst burdened by his company,

is to seal a fate that few wish to see.

The pressure will mount as your composure cracks,

but your assailant remains immune from attacks.

As the palace of screens draws near to us all,

one Yakker amongst us soon faces their fall

With panicked eyes and no time for rest,

a last target is found, this one he must best.

one ultimate gamble; a throw or a miss,

elation or sorrow, despair or pure bliss

For here is the final, this moment is it,

The time has arrived, it’s time to kiss Yit.