Under the glow of arena lights, they skate,
Blades carving dreams on frozen ground,
The puck dances, a ballet of fate,
Echoes of cheers, a thunderous sound.

Helmets gleam with warriors’ pride,
Bodies clash in a rhythmic brawl,
In this icy theater, no place to hide,
They rise, they fall, they give their all.

The goalie stands, a lone sentinel,
Eyes sharp, every move foreseen,
Between the posts, a guardian of the citadel,
In every save, a silent scream.

Victory’s scent, a fleeting mist,
Defeat’s shadow, forever near,
In the rink’s roar, they coexist,
Bound by the spirit they hold dear.