The lightening limbs of goalie Knight Thrust left. strike right; they block the sight Of these inferior, tepid players Whose slapshots speed but have no bite. He wears a mask of white, blank leering, Callous to even home fan cheering. Visiting skaters do their best But cannot pierce this phantom sneering. Periods ebb, the referees whistle; The penalty box fills, coaches bristle. The goalie crouches in his lair; He guards the score with rank dismissal As buzzers sound, players dissemble; The Gorgon goalie makes big men tremble.
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