Hail the King of Napoli

HAIL THE KING OF NAPOLI (1) The Chronicles of the old king, Diego. An epitaph of his statue reads: "When I go, I go away from you then this badge loses honour and beats dead with no urge" Like a slackened drum that fades afar5. I call out for you against my jutted star And shout into the wind ridges like I'm barking, Calling out for a successor regardless of skin, Man mountain like Osimhen who's very keen, African-breed & blooded but the spirit of Maradona.¹° He's not one to score PKs doing a rabona. This club waited for him who would hold the sway Then the masked mafia mustered his way From Lagos Nigeria to French club Lille Metropolis, shatterin' Weah's goal record like voices in the Holies,¹5 Surmounted surgery & the pain of facial disfigure, returned from the sidelines with a happy demeanour, and became the face of Napoli, a phenomenon. Rose from a whole season among giants & gladiators, but endure weights of expectations among spectators.²° The city's folklore is rewritten in the stars. This masked man, you won't smite his armour while scoring goals, giving assists and more. V.O 9 evinces predatory under the floodlights thrill and sees blood in goal when'ver it's time for the kill.²5 Heaven gave us this day but Osimhen delivers it And set the Diego Armando Maradona stadium alight, denotating a blinding brand of lightning! All like a day's job from he whose pace is frightening. Naples, this city of thy worship, jumps in hysteria,³° Set ever free! Free from the drought of Serie A. Joy engulfs the air, devouring the hearts of men, which pantest for lost glory returned by Osimhen, Naked, beneath the lidless eye of the heavens! Naples, Elysian City of Ocean Blue & Ravens,³5 calm enchantest amid mutinous air & sea! Parade the heroes from Campania to the Tyrrhenian Sea! Oh! What a Metropolis of ruined Paradise. Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP} Form: Rhymes Copyright ©? May 2023.