The Slumbering Pistons

Title: The Slumbering Pistons

The pride of Detroit, a team with might,
Fierce on the hardwood, bold in their fight,
Once champions in glory, their spirits so bright,
Now trapped in a losing streak, lost in the night.

Their court once bustling, with cheers so loud,
Now echoes of defeat shroud the crowd,
A haunting melody, so sad, so profound,
As the Pistons tumble, hopes drowned in a shroud.

Their rhythm disrupted, their chemistry amiss,
Each game a struggle, an abyss they must dismiss,
Their once mighty offense, now captures no bliss,
As losses accumulate, their souls left in abyss.

A drought of victories, a storm that persists,
But within their hearts, resilience exists,
From each defeat, a lesson persists,
To rise from the ashes, in redemption they insist.

United they stand, head held high,
Battling through darkness, under a somber sky,
With unwavering passion, they refuse to comply,
The Pistons will rise, no longer denied.

Though now in a slumber, the Pistons await,
A turning point, where victory lies in wait,
With each new dawn, they’ll rise from this state,
Reclaiming their glory, sealing their fate.