First end 

Game’s end  Almost Neared  We headed Out  Ample proof  Just happenstance  fluctuating  circumventing  Our distance  Threshold You soar ~across the sky  to look me  In the eye  Ikeep saying you want  petrified  like Wood Scared  Stiff  Still  life  With woodpecker  A fly  Or Fad Gadfly  On the  Prowl  muse of song  mystic maker