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Last match terzanelle

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The fates have set November’s sky aflame.
Like Lazarus, we’ve risen from the dead
And now it all comes down to this one game.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The night was dark; the hopeful stars had fled
But then we started this unbeaten run.
Like Lazarus, we’ve risen from the dead.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Dark clouds had blotted out the summer sun
For football can be cruel as well as kind,
But then we started this unbeaten run.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 But still our season waits to be defined –
A season’s work may hinge on one mistake,
For football can be cruel as well as kind.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 And Limerick may get a lucky break!
Who knows what way the fickle fates may turn?
A season’s work may hinge on one mistake.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Above the ground, our aspirations burn.
The fates have set November’s sky aflame.
Who knows what way the fickle fates may turn,
As now it all comes down to this one game?

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Notes

Lines written before Shelbourne’s final match of the season in November. A win against Limerick would have seen us return to the top flight. We were 1-0 up and Limerick equalised in the 92nd minute. Still not quite recovered from the trauma.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/last-match-terzanelle/