In the quiet courts of sunlit dreams,
Where laughter danced, and passion gleamed,
Twelve hearts, fierce and bold, have flown,
Leaving shadows where joy once shone.
The thud of ball on polished ground,
Was a melody, a sacred sound,
But now, a silence thick and cold,
Wraps the nets, the stories untold.
Oh, fierce competitors, gone in a breath,
A cruel twist, a dance with death,
An ordinary day turned sharp, surreal,
The sudden void, too deep to heal.
With paddles raised in playful grace,
They carved their names, they found their place,
In the tapestry of sport, entwined,
Now memories linger, bittersweetly defined.
Fans gather close, with lagging breath,
In disbelief, they ponder death,
How fleeting is the flame we chase,
When life is but a fragile space.
Grief swirls like smoke upon the air,
Where once there was joy, now despair,
Tears fall soft like autumn leaves,
As we gather ‘round, our hearts to grieve.
Families clutch remnants, a shirt, a song,
In echoes of laughter, where souls belong,
An empty chair at the table set,
A testament to love, we won’t forget.
And as the courts stand mute tonight,
We light a candle, we seek the light,
For in the darkest depths of pain,
The spirit of each champion remains.
Let us remember the games they played,
The victories won, the memories laid,
In every swing, in every spin,
Their energy pulses, though flesh has thinned.
So, we mourn not just their loss,
But celebrate the dreams they cross,
As the game goes on, in hearts they stay,
Forever alive, in each ball’s joyful sway.
In shared heartbeats, we’ll carry on,
In our love for the game, they’re never gone,
Through laughter and sorrow, through every fall,
We honor our champions—together, we stand tall.
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