In dim-lit rooms, the worlds unfold,
Where empires rise and legends hold,
Crafted realms of code and light,
An endless kingdom born each night.

Through screens, they march, both knight and mage,
Warriors, wizards, scripts on stage,
Builders, breakers, bound by lore,
An empire growing at its core.

They storm the fields of fantasy,
Where boundless quests set gamers free,
Armored avatars, fierce and tall,
Answering the ancient call.

Forging weapons, gaining skill,
To conquer lands or clash at will,
From barren desert to frozen sea,
The empire grows eternally.

But this empire’s strength, it’s clear to see,
Is not in conquest or victory,
But in the ties that gamers share,
The guilds, the clans, the bonds laid bare.

Together they stand, rank upon rank,
In dungeons deep or sci-fi tanks,
A virtual tribe, both friend and foe,
In battles fierce where pixels glow.

With each new dawn, the servers hum,
The empire waits, the kingdoms come,
A legacy built, both vast and grand—
A gaming empire forged by hand.

So raise the banners, take the fight,
In realms where day gives way to night,
For in this empire’s endless game,
Each player leaves an honored name.