Upon the frozen stage they glide,
Swift shadows beneath the arena’s light,
Blades carve dreams into the ice,
A dance of grace in the winter’s night.

Echoes of skates, a rhythmic song,
Sticks clash in a battle fierce and long,
In the silent cold, a heart’s desire,
Chasing the puck with unyielding fire.

Through the storm, they weave and sway,
A symphony of movement in the fray,
Eyes locked on the elusive goal,
The pulse of hockey ignites the soul.

Under the stars, where legends are born,
They write their stories ’til the early morn,
In every pass and every stride,
A legacy of dreams they ride.