Champions of the Ages

We are each a champion of the ages
We all don a gold breastplate
We each wear a laurel wreath and sacred flames on our brows
A drawn gladio in our hands upstretched
Each of us born with a proven strategy
Whatever our looks and talents
Or lack thereof
We are all scions to the struggle our ancestors overcame.
We must do the same like spawning salmon that work themselves to death against the stream.
Locked in combat to thrive every generation
Until the end of time
Or extinction do us part

- Giovanni Dannato