In the land where purple skies meet falling snow,
Where fans gather with hopes, and expectations aglow,
The roar of the crowd, like thunder at night,
Each heartbeat a promise, every cheer a light.
But whispers of sorrow now thread through the air,
As shadows grow longer, heavy burdens we bear,
For fifteen heroes, clad in their battle attire,
Have donned their final helmets, extinguished the fire.
Oh Vikings, brave warriors, of grit and of grace,
You danced on the field with passion we embraced,
With every touchdown, you lifted our dreams,
A tapestry woven with glory’s bright seams.
The clash of the helmets, the sweat on your brow,
A symphony played in the here and the now,
With every fumble and plunge into fate,
You stole moments from time, now eternally late.
The faithful congregate, in purple and gold,
Bearing hearts now heavy, their stories untold,
For each name we utter, a legacy lives,
In memories cherished, in the joy that it gives.
We mourn not just athletes, but kin—one and all,
A family united, in rise and in fall,
For with every departure, there echoes a song,
Of hope intertwined within heartbeats so strong.
Yet tears may fall freely, it’s okay to feel pain,
In the specter of loss, the heart seeks to gain,
For in our mourning, we conjure their might,
And remember the battles, their courage, their fight.
So gather, dear fans, let the love overflow,
Remind yourselves gently, though they’ve had to go,
In fields beyond vision, they still play their game,
In the hearts of their brethren, forever aflame.
As we stand on the brink of what’s yet to unfold,
Let unity strengthen, let memories hold,
For the spirit of Vikings will never depart,
They live on in us—each beat of our heart.
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