Into the Arena

Arena

Early and dark, Arena lies
In shadows — Long and empty halls
Where later, streams of bubbling crowds
Pour into seats in rivulets;
But dark, Arena lies.

The girl who dreams, the boy who sleeps,
They rise and tumble, lift and fall;
And later, stand enormous, proud —
But now lie calmly at their rest;
The girl who dreams, the boy who sleeps.

Live for life for heaven’s sake
Find the time your chance to take
Bring your heart, your will to soar,
Or don’t come near Arena’s door.

Bright in the sun, Arena waits
And welcomes all who come its way
Although most never win its game
The countless still line up to try —
Bright in the sun, Arena waits.

Arena lights up with the night
To win, to lose, to gain, to pay;
To wander in without a name
And leave with one money can’t buy —
Arena lights up with the night.

Live for life for what is worth
Take your shot at joy and mirth
Bring your passion through the door
And play out on Arena’s floor.

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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