The Winning Goal
¶ 1
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Colossal forces collide
sweat and blood given
in sacrifice
in exchange for victory.
¶ 2
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For only one can walk away the winner
only one will be called champion.
¶ 3
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The loser leaves their bruised and battered souls
on the field of play,
carrion for the crows.
¶ 4
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Leaving their fans to hope for better days
in the seasons to come,
a taste so bittersweet.
¶ 5
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For the glory and spoils of conquest
are the victor’s to claim.
¶ 6
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They ignore the pain, anguish and bloody knees
as the game goes down to the wire,
down to the very last play,
nil to nil.
¶ 7
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In these final seconds
tension mounts as the teams tangle
and heroes emerge.
¶ 8
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The crowd stands
holding their collective breath
an eternity is captured
in a single moment.
¶ 9
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Bodies crash,
as the ball takes flight.
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