In the rink, a clash of might,
A fierce encounter, pale with fright,
The Boston Bruins, clad in gold,
Faced Panthers’ roar, both brave and bold.
A tale of ice and skates and dreams,
Where victory’s silent anthem screams,
The puck a comet, swift and bright,
Gliding through the endless night.
The Panthers, fierce, their teeth did bare,
But Bruins’ hearts were laid with care,
A symphony of speed and grace,
They danced and dashed, they set the pace.
The score, a testament to skill,
Each goal a master’s stroke of will,
The net embraced each fleeting star,
As Bruins shone, like kings of war.
The final horn, a cry of peace,
For Panthers, dreams were forced to cease,
Yet noble, proud, they fought with heart,
In this grand play, they took their part.
The Bruins, crowned in glory's hue,
With eyes alight, the future knew,
That battles won in honor’s name,
In history’s light, shall burn the same.