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written by: Steve Pearson



To the clash of men the warriors come
They come, they come with fire
Still yet, they build to never succumb
With poised and potent desire
To the line they strut in fearless spirit
Like gods of another domain
Born to arenas where legends are writ
In the snaps of the furious game
The heads descend to a dragon's roar
Breathing fire upon the field
Awaiting the trigger the beast lives for
The yards the snap may yield
The explosion blooms like savage ballet
Of the chastened and the hard
From orchestrations of the grand melee
They strive each arduous yard
'till nirvana beckons in the perfect throw
Or the elusive, unstoppable run
To the end zone dance they triumphantly go
When the furious dance is done.



Cometh the day, cometh the team.

Steve Pearson

Steve Pearson

JUNE 2017 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
That's me at the front of the photo. I'm an atheist, socialist, humanist, poet and soon to be novelist. From here to there and a lot of shit in the middle. That's life.
Steve Pearson

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