A Poetic Rumble

In the ring of thirty dreams, the rumble calls,

Entrants rise at timed decree, two by two they start,

Over the top rope, the fallen take their falls.

Numbers drawn in fate's cruel lottery halls,

Surprises leap from shadows, tearing hope apart

In the ring of thirty dreams, the rumble calls.

Iron men endure while alliances stall,

Eliminations thunder, bodies crash and part,

Over the top rope, the fallen take their falls.

Legends enter late, the clock against them crawls,

One last surge to claim the WrestleMania heart

In the ring of thirty dreams, the rumble calls.

Crowds erupt as favorites rise, then sprawl,

The final two collide in combat fierce and stark,

Over the top rope, the fallen take their falls.

And one remains where empires rise and fall,

Winner stands alone beneath the spotlight's dart

In the ring of thirty dreams, the rumble calls,

Over the top rope, the fallen take their falls.