On Frozen Glass

Blades carve tales on ice so clear,
A battle fought year after year.
The puck, a traveler swift and sly,
Dances beneath the arena’s sky.

Boards that rattle, crowds that roar,
The heartbeats pound as spirits soar.
Stick to stick, a lightning flash,
Echoes of dreams in each loud clash.

The goalie guards with cat-like grace,
A fortress built in a fleeting space.
The captain leads with fire in sight,
Through triumph’s joy and the struggle’s night.

The ice, a canvas for each team’s art,
Each play a stroke, each goal a heart.
In hockey’s song, where courage sings,
Heroes are crowned on winter’s wings.