In the cold embrace of winter’s breath,
Where ice mirrors the sky’s crystal hue,
Skaters dance with the grace of falling snow,
Their sticks, an extension of their will.

Blades slice through frozen dreams,
Echoes of battles fought in frozen time,
Pucks like fleeting whispers, passing by,
In a game where seconds define destinies.

Helmets and pads, shields of the brave,
Faces hidden, yet their spirit ablaze,
The roar of the crowd, a symphony of hearts,
United in the thrill of the chase.

Under the arena’s bright, electric glow,
Heroes rise and legends grow,
On this stage of ice, both fierce and serene,
Hockey’s heart beats, evergreen.