The Fairtytale Estate

THE FAIRYTALE ESTATE. These wooden slate of grace Written inside the Egyptian Cave, The symbols of every Name, Is a stranger to decide His faith. The fairytale estate, Cuts across delicate River Benue, Opposite the rain Wearing a blind Concave, Lack of weaves has Subtracted the phrase Elevate. Come along to my Magistrate, His sited among The cunny frame. Calculated dreams I Have to create, In sudden shake Of this stagnant taste, See the harvested maize Filled this gaijantic pale It’s the lane where Rats play, Am so entertained like Watching a wrestling game. What is man Without a name? Laid in delicious Plate, Name with attribute Of faith. You sit in high Place, Were ordinary can not Trace, Stampede is all you Aim. I cannot deceive my Name, She has been proclaimed Deep into the vain. It’s time to standout Great, My stage is fairytale, I must flip This wrong page. AKEWUSOLA HABIB.