The Royal Banquet Poem by Ojeikpo Elijah

The hall of Fame, grand palace,
Set in a hall of gold,
Lies a feast fit for royalty to behold,
A celebration, with candles and chandeliers,
As everyone gathers with cheers and jeers.

The Royal banquet, a display of grandeur,
A time for nobles to dine with splendor,
Tables adorned with the finest cuisine,
A royal affair, fit for a queen.

The aroma of spices and flavors so rare,
Fills the air, as the guests take their share,
From roasted meats to savory soups,
A feast fit for kings, with all its loops.

The finest wines, carefully chosen,
In lavish goblets, they are frozen,
Toasting to the king and his reign,
As the night goes on, without a refrain.

The Royal court, dressed in their best,
Bedecked in jewels, and satin so blessed,
A sight to behold, as they dine and dance,
In a display of elegance, they prance.

Musicians play, a symphony in tune,
Filling the hall, with melodies so soon,
A time for revelry, a time for mirth,
At the Royal banquet, a celebration of worth.

As the night comes to an end,
And the candles slowly descend,
The guests bid their goodbyes,
With memories to cherish, and stories to rise.

The Royal banquet, a night to remember,
A feast fit for kings, in the month of September,
An event to honor, the royal family,
And their legacy, for all eternity.