The Ravens

A tribute to the Baltimore Ravens’ 34-7 victory over the New York Giants in Super Bowl XXXV, in the style of Edgar Allan Poe's "The Raven"

Once upon a night most glorious, the better side emerged victorious
in the thirty-fifth edition of pro football’s storied game
‘Twas a contest that was over with a kick of ol’ Matt Stover
ne’er a charm nor four-leaf clover could have quelled the losers’ shame
Baltimore, a city starvéd by a dearth of football fame
justified the winners’ name

The great G-Men were dominated by a defense widely hated
Lewis, young, though underrated terrorized New York’s O-line
Stokley, Lewis, Starks, and Dilfer scored to help the victors pilfer
Vince’s trophy cast in silver, champions of a game divine
Three-point favorites clearly proved that they deserved a higher line
in the sport’s spectac’lar shrine

Yes, ‘tis true, this was the team that fled from Cleveland’s awful dream
Victors now, at last they seemed like champions, dignified once more
The football gods hath smiled upon the Super Bowl’s bright hashmarked lawn
Its outcome signaléd the dawn of one team’s proudest final score
Proud, one city now could boast a thirty-four to seven score
home of Ravens, “Baltimore”