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Excerpt From The Memoirs of Peyton Manning


Once atop a Mile High City, while I dropped back, weak and weary

As I’d done ten-thousand times, ten-thousand times or more

While I plodded, arm-strength sapping, suddenly there came a tapping

In my headset – gentle rapping, rapping in the one I wore

‘Tis but static in my headset, tapping like it has before’

This I thought, and nothing more.

Ah distinctly I remember, it was 17th November

And each seething, writhing blitzer wrought his wrath for quarters, four

Hastily my heart was beating; cowardly I was retreating

When a flash of Red eyes, fleeting – fleeting Beast from days of lore

The Dark Horse and his Chieftain rider, Red with blood still warm from war

This I saw, and nothing more.

Deep into that defense peering, apparitions had me fearing

Staring down a D no mortal ever saw alike before

But my focus then was broken; darkness fell with whispers spoken

Not until a fire woken was I shaken to my core:

Seraph, nightmare! Wreathed in flame! 58 – His chest, it bore!

Quoth the Legend, ‘Nevermore!’

And the defense, reappearing, in their wake the Dark Horse rearing

Fearing now I lacked the strength to march down for the winning score

And Poe’s eyes had all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming

And his great form o’er me screaming, from my clutch the ball he tore!

And my rapping headset spoke as I lay sprawled upon the floor

Quoth the Red Chief, ‘Nevermore!’

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