HALL OF FACES - A TRIBUTE
????HALL OF FACES (A TRIBUTE)????
In the hall of faces where the stone gods sleep,
Cold pillars guard the oaths they swore to keep.
Eyes closed, jaws set, carved by war & time,
Immortals rest where pain became sublime.
They say Valar Morghulis—all men must fall,
Yet echoes of legends still shake these walls.
Steel may rust & the crowd may fade,
But names that stood strong refuse to get laid.
The Deadman's gaze, beneath the brim,
With Stone Cold eyes, the lights grow dim.
Hulkamania's yell, heard far and wide,
Where the Heartbreak Kid once could not hide.
Nature Boy's style, a limousine ride,
While The Game plans where the titles abide.
Beside the Phenom, making all men bow,
The Cenation stands, his time up now.
Hear the steps, it's resounding, heavy, & unafraid,
A banner of hustle through shadow & shade.
John Cena stands where the titans reside,
A throne claimed not by blood, but by pride.
From roaring nights to the final bow,
From "You can't see me" to history's glow.
He fought the doubt, he carried the brand,
Built empires with grit in the palm of his hand.
Stone remembers what time can't erase,
Every scar, every war, every hard-earned place.
Among retired gods, his legacy is clear:
Not just a champ, we all witnessed an era, a career.
They say all men die, and crowns turn to dust,
But legends don't fade, no way! Legends endures.
In this hall of silence, one truth rings true:
John Cena, The throne fits you ??
Thank you, WWE legend
IT'S THE END.
????VICK MANUEL POETRY????
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FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? 15th December 2025.
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