Vril

The entrance
Bold and buoyant
Majestic.
His enemies’ circle
Epigrams scatter-
Followers keenly alert
To the power of his words.
He roars
And thunder exits his mouth
What type of man is this?
Acolytes struggle
To pronounce his name
Birds from heaven his zenith
The underground his base.
Bathed in cryptic tongues
He hails from the inconceivable.
Wonder?
Superman he is.
Be warned.

By Raymond Enisuoh