An Ode to Greatness

Picture this. A battlefield. A tapestry obscene.
The ground is swathed in broken forms, the air suffused with screams.
Amidst the needless carnage struts a burly band of knights.
Adorned in contoured armour, bucket helms and skin-tight tights.

They thrust their swords in unison, piercing men with meaty thirst.
With each successful penetration, their passion seems to burst.
In noble triumph they stand dripping, with the fluids of their foes.
Know them, for they are The Greats, the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ pros.