The Warrior's Game

On the field of battle, warriors stand,

Fierce and determined, they take command,

Hearts beating with a primal rhythm,

As they prepare for the game, that will soon begin.

The ground shakes, beneath their feet,

As they charge forward, with a thundering beat,

Bodies collide, with a resounding crash,

A symphony of power, in a rhythmic clash.

Blood, sweat, and tears, they freely give,

As they fight with all their might, to win and live,

Pain is temporary, but glory is eternal,

For the rugby warrior, this is the journal.

Their bond is unbreakable, their spirit unyielding,

They play for their team, and their nation, unceasing,

For the rugby pitch, is where they find,

A brotherhood, a family, of one mind.

The whistle blows, the game is done,

But the warrior's spirit, will never be gone,

For on the field, they left their all,

And in their hearts, they will always stand tall.

So, let us pay tribute, to the rugby game,

To the players, who embody strength and fame,

To the warriors, who fight with unity,

And to the spirit, of the game, that will forever be.