POET ROOM

There is a place where the sky drinks from the ocean

a place where the moon bathes naked

A place where mortals come and leave like immortals

A place where the gods have made there favorite hangout

a place where words are slain with reckless abandon

A place where priest fraternizes with wizards and angels with demons

A place where Zeus is but a mortal and Hercules fall in the arena to mortal

A place where inspiration runs like streams in the desert

and words sculptured into fine masterpiece

and forged into gold

A place where fools becomes wise and the wise becomes wiser

that place is POET ROOM.

                      Ephraim Okpabio (High Priest)