Game 3, 5:59

Thousands of souls,
one on top of the other,
experiencing death regret failure
jubilation success the promise of another day,
a burning light draws them forth
like moths to their destiny,
our destiny, a singular prize,
they call out in unison,
sharing ecstasy, clutching
at grand victories
forever heaped upon history,
all together basking in
the pulsing red light
of a perfect tomorrow.