Colossal forces collide
sweat and blood given
in exchange for victory.
For only one can walk away the winner
only one will be called champion.
The loser leaves their bruised and battered souls
on the field of play,
carrion for the crows.
Leaving their fans to hope for better days
in the seasons to come,
a taste so bittersweet.
For the glory and spoils of conquest
are the victor’s to claim.
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.
In these final seconds
tension mounts as the teams tangle
and heroes emerge.
The crowd stands
holding their collective breath
an eternity is captured
in a single moment.
as the ball takes flight.