FIRE OF MOODS

  Alphonso Davies When you talk of the best future potentials in European Football, it is almost impossible for anyone not to mention these four names: Haaland, Foden, Davies, and Sancho. All four are sensational potentials who has taken the footballing world by storm with their wonderful performances and exceptional achievements. But placing these four side by side, it is certainly not too difficult to know who the better talent is. Erling Haaland stands out in terms of goal scoring proficiency. Sancho stands out in terms of creative abilities. Phil Foden is a player that can rise up to be a savior for his team when the need arises. But Alphonso Davies is the all-round player who most definitely has the better talent of all four. I'd be comparing all four in salient points below; Erling Haaland 1. Goals Haul Looking at all 4 players, it is worthy to note that Alphonso Davies is a left back, unlike the other players who are in the attacking frame of footballing setup. Automatically

  I wronged you,           I knew I did, I ignored you,           I broke our creed. I grew weak,           And took a break, I sought peak,           And troubled the lake. You reached out,           But I ignored, You did shout,           While yet I snored. You did pray,           While I was drunk, I was prey,           Unto books and funks. You did stay,           For so very long, I cannot allay,           This burden of wrong. Now I see,           That which you saw, I was he,           So blind to his flaw. I so hope,           That it's not too late, How do I cope,           If this is fate. I have learnt,           A very big lesson, I'm like a cent,           Totally gone missing. Do forgive me,           And have me back, Do relieve me,           From this haunty dark. I wronged you,           I knew I did, I ignored you,           I broke our creed. #El_Magnifico™

  He had no sooner entered the arena, when he caught sight of Smart smiling at him from the VIP section above the roaring crowd. Everything had been perfect since he woke up that morning. But not anymore, as everything seem to feel wrong. The quirky smile that gave away at the edge of Smart's lips was something he had seen before, and it definitely wasn't something good. The last time Cosmos saw that smile, he lost his best friend to the cold hands of death, and he can sense that ambience hovering over him again. As he walked towards the ring, his heart sank with fear and anxiety. He made his way up the short stairs and got into the ring from between the ropes. His intro music  Thunder,  by  imagine dragons  was cut short by the sinister tone of the  Zombie dance thriller  by  Michael Jackson,  and the crowd erupted with cheers and excitement. The lights went out, and a moving spotlight travelled west from the north wing of the arena, where it stopped to illuminate a hooded box

  Terror has taken a hold of me, To remind me of my fear for death, To keep at bay and stay at home, And I must fight for me alone. To live this time is nought but vain, When one lies sick the rest are pain, For none who cares could help to save, For save himself is no more brave. The earth doth quake at survival's call, Life becomes like a funeral pall, The scars of death emerge in life, So stand aloof and face your strife. Shall I live like madness in the brain, And grow weak from the scars that remain, Or shall I rise up and leave behind, The poison that lives within my mind. #El_Magnifico™

  I warned her afore, Of the friends that she makes, And I did even more, Of her fanciful rakes. That sacrilege be to lore, And knowledge be bereft, Ignorance is the harbour, Unto which she cleft. Off and away she flew, To her rake undefiled, Back she came all anew, With her wits well beguiled. For her feathers were shed, And her pride painted red, Returned her with peg leg, In her knees for to beg. #El_Magnifico™ [[Published in "Raven Cage Poetry and Prose Ezine (Issue 50)"]]

(Of bits and bites...) Within these dark crevices, An old music strikes a replay note, On the chords of pain. (Invading forces...) Hostile troops seethes through the narrow crevices, Of bits and bytes, Sauntering deeper into the darkest region, With playbacks of red-slaughter- Where dreams of Dreams, Dreams dreams of horrific conviction, And bodies upon bodies stinks acrid sickness. (Of bits and bites...) When the crevices, Becomes stricken by venoms from the mist of time, Dreary and grimly, To become slaves to the days of yore. Pondering thickets, Of unfair sentences. Re-collections, Whose armed forces Razes the rampart of time, To uncover wounds, In broken images of broken vows and broken ties. (Indelible tapestries...) Never to be forgotten, We yield, When our memories, Becomes bits, That bites our soul. #El_Magnifico™ [[Published in "Raven Cage Poetry and Prose Ezine (Issue 13)"]]

  Stage 1 Stage 2 Stage 3 Mercy Credit: Pen-Play Portraiture #El_Magnifico™