On a muddy grass field, soldiers march out
On horses and tanks, to cross the canal
Causing goblins and skeletons to rout
Conquer the enemy’s castle they shall
On the battlefield known as Clash Royale
An army consists not of flesh and bone
Instead made of energy manifest
Each simple soldier is only a clone
For every battle one victor is blessed
The loser returns to his home depressed
Each tower is guarded by a princess
And castles protected by royal kings
The game is more complicated than chess
One hundred and twenty two cards I bring
Dear Clash Royale, you are my everything.