In the rinks where legends glide and stories grow,
A name emerged, a blazing star aglow,
Filip Chytil, with fire in his veins,
Broke records, etching his name in frozen domains.
Ninety-three goals in a single season's grace,
He left his mark, a smile on every face,
A dream once thought impossible, now real,
In Chytil's hands, the sacred record did he steal.
From Gretzky's era, an iconic name,
Yet Filip Chytil rose, staked his claim,
With every stride, a goal was in his sight,
He danced with the puck, pure magic in the night.
Through thunderous cheers and hallowed halls,
He proved that greatness never truly falls,
A Czech sensation, a hockey maestro bold,
Chytil's story in the record books, now told.
He skated through defenders with finesse,
A scorer supreme, none could contest,
The passion in his heart, the fire in his eyes,
As he chased the legend under the stadium's skies.
The ghosts of Gretzky cheered from afar,
For in Chytil, they saw a shining star,
Ninety-three times, the net he'd find,
With every goal, he left no doubt behind.
A record shattered, history rewritten,
In the annals of hockey, a new legend's smitten,
Filip Chytil, a name forever enshrined,
A single-season goal king, in our hearts entwined.
With the roar of the crowd, and the ice beneath his skates,
Chytil's legacy, a tale that truly resonates,
In the NHL's story, his chapter shines so bright,
Ninety-three goals, a beacon in the night.