Beneath the dome of shimmering light,
Skates carve whispers on the frozen sea,
A dance of dreams in the cold, crisp night,
Where echoes of the past and future flee.

The puck glides swift, a silent song,
In the heart of the rink, where spirits soar,
Each pass a story, both fierce and long,
A battle of wills forevermore.

Helmets gleam under the stars’ embrace,
Warriors on ice with hearts of fire,
Chasing shadows in a timeless race,
Every stride a testament to their desire.

In this arena where legends are born,
The ice remembers each triumph and tear,
A sacred ground where dreams are sworn,
And the spirit of hockey is forever near.